Prescription pain killers are fucking boss! Now since the initial pain has chilled out and calmed down, I no longer have to take nearly as much medication. I'm taking about a quarter as I was a few days ago when I was a sedated beast freak. Percocets are hell incarnate, they make me feel like total shit. I have no idea why people take them for "fun". If you do, you're fucking dumb. My voice isn't all squeaky and awful from the breathing tube anymore either. I was so afraid of having surgery because my life is so dreamy. I didn't want to "go through something" and have everything change. I'm glad to be back.
Last night Joey skipped a show that he had been looking forward to for weeks to come take care of me and have a sleep over party. I needed him so hard. I knew I would feel moons more normal once I saw him, and of course I did. I was curled up in unconsciousness and he brought me roses and played Scrabble with me even though I know he secretly hates it because I always win. Aw baby, what a gem. I'm lucky.
Yesterday an insanely perfect opportunity fell into my lap out of no where. A friend of a friend of mine who has been living in Strasburg, France for the past few months as an Au Pair (which is sort of like a nanny but with less responsibility) contacted me. Her 10 months is up in September and the family needs a replacement. Who was that who wanted to move to France in September for a yearish but wasn't sure where the hell she was going to work? Oh right, moi! They pay for pretty much everything too; accommodation, food, french lessons, your plane ticket to France, vacations... everything. Which means I will have to pay for my ticket home and THAT'S IT. I can spend the rest of my savings traveling everywhere, (seeing as I will have my mid-days, evenings, and weekends off and the French take 80 bazillion holidays a year. Germany is 5 minutes away, Paris 2.5 hours and Switzerland is 1.5) eating French cookies, buying French clothes, and buying French wine. Not to mention they're going to be paying me about 200 dollars a week extra. I really hope I get the job, it would be so magical. I'm trying not to get my hopes up though because it seems far too good to be true. But ohhh I want to be a french dame. Cross your fingers, toes, and baguettes for me!
In other news, I'm going to Toronto for a week in about a week. I'm excited to see my baby sisters and my paps and also to be inexplicably bored and lonely. Whoever lives in Toronto, adopt me and take me for a walk!

 
























































































la fin!