well, ive finally managed to find my way to a "workable" internet connection here on the Rue de la Pompe in Paris. unfortunately, this keyboard is all sorts of funky, so i'm having an extraordinarily difficult time typing anything.

it's been an entertaining 4 days so far in Paris, though i've fallen into typical Matt patterns where i'm sleeping too late in the day and end up not getting as much wandering time as i'd want. now i've got a dinner with the folks tonight at 7:30, so i really don't have time to go out to Montmartre like i'd planned. Perhaps i'll just postpone it 'til after dinner.

ok, this is taking way too long to type, and i'd like to go out to a cafe for a little bit before dinner. so, unless something extraordinary happens, i'll probably be incommunicado until i return. suffice it to say, i'm having a good time.

what a week.

christ almighty, i'm fragged. just completely mentally and psychologically drained.

but, i'm boarding a plane in … 10 hours or so on my way to France, so a little easy excitement just around the corner.

i'll be out for a week, have no idea if i'll be able to find internet access, but rest assured that if i do, i'll at least attempt to post something to ye olde bipolar.

though i can't promise that it'll make any sense.

this is the sound of excitment building up within me until i literally explode.

i finally managed to score some tickets to the City of Light, so i'll be taking my vacation there IN EIGHT DAYS. !!!! gaaaahhhh !!!!

now i've got to think of all the things i need for the trip. camera, film, pens, paper, oh, uh… clothes, money. yeah. that should do it.

pick-up-lines, i need pick-up lines. if any of you know any good french pick-up lines, leave 'em in the comments. oh, and put an english translation, so i'll know you're not trying to get me to tell some little french hottie that "there's something foul about your body." or some such thing.

oh, and i need to start exercising. now. now. now. now. get at least 10 pounds off (yeah, in a week) before i go.
damn. damn. damn.

too. much. excitement… can't. handle… head. caving. in….

slow day at work today. i tend to like these days about as much as i dislike them.

i've spent quite a bit of the day fighting with my jabber client (or more correctly, the jabber server i use), and have had little IM love going on. another big chunk of my day has been spent perusing the "Photoshop Phriday" and "Comedy Goldmine" threads over at somethingawful. if you like stuff that's funny… uh… you should go check it out.

my most recent obsession has become… polishing my boots. for about 2 years or so, i've pretty much never taken a polish brush to my combat boots (my only form of footware), so, needless to say, they were looking pretty rough. very little actual black left on them, and huge chunks taken out of the leather all 'round the heel & toes.

so, about three weeks ago, i broke out the ol' polish kit and gave 'em a quick once over. since then, i've been polishing them once or twice a week. today (i've now dubbed Wednesday as boot-polishing day–since i don't usually eat lunch on Wed. i can polish them on my lunch break.) i actually gave them a quick spit-shine. they seem to like it. i'm actually thinking about maybe taking some time tonight to finish the job… yeah, we're definitely getting to the obsession level with this whole polishing thing, i think.

ah well, never did seem to have a problem finding something with which to distract myself.