fucking rough game, this, coming out even against paris. no swings and round-a-bouts here, dear friends. fortuna's wheel builds up some pretty serious fucking angular velocity and don't get me started on its moment of inertia.
last night, a simple trip to the Eiffel tower (nighttime for the benefit of the little one) turned into a 5 hour excursion; then, today a trip to IRCAM and the Pompidou centre: IRCAM public areas were shut for a conference that my supervisor demanded I submit for but I didn't get my shit together and the Pompidou centre was open every single day of the year except May 1. And Tuesdays, of course.
RUKIDNAO!
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