The weekends go by and ...
It's more than a week I work on those pesky galactic budgets. It
get drunk ...
It's been two weeks since I know that in 2010 I will follow the moon G12 Coruscant. I also know that Master N. has always not swallowed the snake and wants to leave the galaxy more quickly than expected. It
get drunk ...
decisions Yoda are on this subject, very questionable. My current
Chancellor no longer has his say.
My future Chancellor does not have enough balls to win and say loudly that this whole story is bullshit. It
get drunk ...
Good news though: The Vice-Chancellor I would have to bear in my new job [a little shit] has requested an intergalactic mobility.
In a few months I will be freed. And as
future Chancellor teeth very long, there may be a place becomes available a few times.
I may be staying in this guild for a little longer than I thought actually ...
Friday evening:
Tomorrow night is Wake up! and I must respect what the dress code [slumber party].
Passage to Montmartre to retrieve a blanket particularly nice ...
He missed more than a pajama trousers.
N. Mr. and take the opportunity to invite me to dinner.
I agree Drawn by the smell [but mostly because N. has (yet) had an attack of th. the night in the street and it will make him happy to see me a little longer].
Saturday:
Bulk and disorder ...
Sport, pajama pants pulled up, the Grand Rex,
A very watered Before champagne [and in very good company - sometimes unexpected], arriving in a place of exception, 
beds, pillows,
of quilts, music, friends, champagne, a DJ set, two DJ sets, pens, incriminating photos (?), departure before the 3rd DJ set, feathers everywhere,
a cab and bed. ..
Apart from that?
A devilishly good evening.
But a lil headache anyway too.
And if not?
Young people are exhausting today [But it's so much better than its budgets galactic work on a Monday night] ...
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