18 February 2006

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I did consider the possibility of a neighbor being irritated by my taking a shower past 11pm on Thursday, but couldn’t find the faucets in the stairs. (They’re all but hidden, though, but you never find stuff when you’re looking for it.)

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To think that, until now, I avoided using the toilet after 10pm (because it has a sanibroyeur — that is… uh, a s**t grinder — and that’s a bit noisy). So much for trying to be nice. Fucking bastards.

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Ca c’est Paris.

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