To say the belly is in knots is no exaggeration. In the rare occurance that the brain feels quite calm regarding a strange situation (sitting across from Batman can only ever be deemed as such), the body decides to show the entire being up by imploding inwards. If you catch my drift. Anyway, me and my quivering bones are about to head off to the Airport to board a Paris bound jet (another thing which gives the belly the heebee jeebees - it's a metal tube careering through the sky for HOURS. It's just unnatural). The plan is to blab about anything of interest on Twitter, but who knows what'll happen - my clammy hands will probably drop my phone AND laptop down the jacks in a fit of panic. Oh, and it's meant to be lashing there tomorrow, which is nice. Adieu, mes amis.
