How can I keep myself from mentally arranging and rearranging the cheap little flat I’m going to visit on Wednesday? Fifteen square meters near Bastille, perfect (well, what would be perfect would be a 70 sq. m. on the rue de Rivoli, but I’m on a kind of budget here); available in December, works for me (leaves me just enough time to finish my new contract without having to worry about DSL being installed — plus, moving in after I’ve been paid); second floor… and even a bathtub. It has to be a horror, or they just won’t want me, so what am I to do now to keep it out of my mind for four days? So cruel.