Meanwhile, a friend is unexpectantly in from out of town, and keeping in line with my new nice guy thing I'm trying out, I offered he could stay here for a couple days. But it's just this tiny small space here, and to have another body, a huge duffle bag, and conflicting personalities.... And I'm trying so hard to do the good parent thing - each time I yell or roll my eyes in frustration at him, I give him a big hug to remind him I still love him, and that while I may act like an ogre, I really am lovable. But it's barely 10:45 am, and the man is smoking a joint in my face! Ten minutes later, he's worried about his visa application that he hasn't gotten ready yet. (Good idea, smoke a joint, then get paranoid about explaining to the French why they should allow yet another American to live in their country.)
And I wonder why I've been drinking a lot more this summer.