I'm giving myself a writing schedule. I had planned to do this before I arrived in Angers, but Dr. Flynn has encouraged everyone in the writing workshop to make, and hopefully stick to, a writing schedule.  I've been writing what I think are vignettes but might actually just be really short stories that aren't very good (or even worse, it could be 'microfiction').

So I am awake at 8:30. There is petites pains au lait and strawberry jam and coffee brewing in my french press-- the other day I made a dumb joke about how the French just call it a press, and someone told me the actual word for it, but I do not remember. I also made a dumb joke a few days ago about how the coins here are called Eurocents. Upon further investigation, it actually does say Eurocents on the coins. Instead of speaking French I make dumb jokes in English.

I think so far my homesickness has decided to manifest itself in the form of my being unable to walk more than two blocks away from the residence without having to back to my room to make sure it's locked.  This has happened every time I've left the apartment in the past three days. Some times I get lucky and decide to turn around when I'm in the lobby. It's inconvenient when I'm at the crosswalk at Rue de Boisent and can't shake the fear that all of my important possessions will be gone when I get home. 

On the first Sunday of every month all the museums in France are free. I went to the Musee de Beaux Arts this week. They are currently having a Rodin exhibition. The woman who gave me my ticket told me the Rodin exhibit was closed until later that afternoon, but I could come back I wanted. The exhibit will still be there on free museum day in March and I've been to the Musee Rodin in Paris anyway, so I decided I would just see the gallery downstairs (which was supposed to have works by a french video artist) and leave. The gallery downstairs had nothing in it but Rodin sculptures, sketches, letters and portraits. I was so confused. I never found the video art.

Last night I ate an entire baguette and un pain au chocolate by myself. I'm going to be so fat when I get back to Texas.