Apparently I can't conjugate correctly first thing in the morning or understand certain regional accents.
Okay, so technically it wasn't "morning" when I stumbled into the kitchen today at 13h15 with yesterday's clothes on and my bedhair still untamed, but it was still morning to me. Flora, the girl with whom I now exchange words with daily was there cleaning up after making breakfast with her 2 weekend guests.
We exchanged the normal pleasantries and I tried unsuccessfully to try to make my hair at least passingly neat. And then Flora started talking to me about walks and calling her on her cellphone and how I didn't have one. She said she was going to give me her number to call and I just agreed, confused. She left me alone to go write it down and then the 2 guests from Bordeaux began talking to me, their accents strange and a little bit rapid. I tried my best to keep up and respond while knowing that I really didn't stand a chance.
Thankfully the water started boiling and the number was given to me and I was allowed to return to my room and set about preparing for the day. Oh well, you win some, you lose some.
Today was a loss. There's no sense in lamenting that, I can only acknowledge it and move on.
Okay, so technically it wasn't "morning" when I stumbled into the kitchen today at 13h15 with yesterday's clothes on and my bedhair still untamed, but it was still morning to me. Flora, the girl with whom I now exchange words with daily was there cleaning up after making breakfast with her 2 weekend guests.
We exchanged the normal pleasantries and I tried unsuccessfully to try to make my hair at least passingly neat. And then Flora started talking to me about walks and calling her on her cellphone and how I didn't have one. She said she was going to give me her number to call and I just agreed, confused. She left me alone to go write it down and then the 2 guests from Bordeaux began talking to me, their accents strange and a little bit rapid. I tried my best to keep up and respond while knowing that I really didn't stand a chance.
Thankfully the water started boiling and the number was given to me and I was allowed to return to my room and set about preparing for the day. Oh well, you win some, you lose some.
Today was a loss. There's no sense in lamenting that, I can only acknowledge it and move on.
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