I've realized I am too content just laying in bed all day. It annoys me, but I can't say I don't enjoy it...and I can't say I have the motivation to change it.
So yesterday, I talked myself into going to the grocery store the lady I live with recommended. It was a little out of the way and my housemate said she didn't find it when she looked, so I checked the map twice and set off. I was on my merry way with my -oh so american- Jansport backpack, enjoying exploring my little town outside of Paris (Montreuil) for the first time. It was about ten minutes into my stroll when I realized: 1 There were barely any people in the streets and 2: Everything was closed.
Alas, it was Sunday. Merde une fois! I find it hard to keep track of the days here. I decided I would continue, as I was half way there. I could at least see if I could find the place. There was also the possibility that it would be open because it's a chain. I found it! But no dice, it had closed at 12:45, and it was currently 2. Any other day, the store would have been closed from 12-2 and ready for me at that time; however, any other day is not Sunday. Sunday Funday! I guess it is for the people who would have been working at the store otherwise. Good thing I got out of bed.
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