A sixteen-square-meter room on the rue des Archives, in the middle of the Marais, for the price of a twenty-five on the edge of Paris? Come on, are you a self-respecting fag or not… Come on, it’s totally refreshed, including the faucets and fittings, a real shower, a place to put a washing machine, double glazings… Come on, you’ve been dreaming of living rue des Archives for ten years… Come on, five tall flights of stairs, you won’t even need to use the elliptic bike anymore… Come onnnn…

Living in a flat like this, I’d be this close to applying as a webmaster in a large corporation (provided I get flexible schedules). But that’s stupid, because I could afford better then. Life is a vicious circle like that.

Come ooonnnnnnn…

P.S. Meeting the owner to sign the lease on Monday night.