Well, no luck getting a hold of the travel agent and even if I did (like I did on Friday) no confidence that I will get a real flight. Best case seems to be Saturday the 24th at the moment, so I’ll catch up on laundry, get with the travel agent and try to work. The real downside is that I have to drink Bordeaux and eat oysters and eat magret de canard and really good bread, every single night of the week. This is sooo hard. Here is me yesterday feeling all down in the dumps. The high-school acting lessons really paid off..