Could there be anything worse...

...than Kenny G. doing James Blunt's "You're Beautiful"?? Oh, I know, everyone else thinks it's lovely and romantic but I hate that song with a passion, and it just gets more sickening in alto sax. If I weren't so lazy, I'd tune into a different Internet radio station but I am and so I wait it out.

Annnnnnnnnnd it's over! Thank God, I almost fell asleep and that would not be a good thing because I might fall back into the dreams I had last night. One was original: in this one, I had a meeting with high-level delegates that I hadn't prepared for. There was no documentation, no nothing, and my boss was saying "You have to plastify (laminate) that piece of yellow paper and stick it to the water cooler." Wait, what? So I tried to crib together some documents then just gave up and went home, leaving them to their meeting.

The other one was one I have frequently: that somehow I land back in Australia and can't get back to France and the cats are left all on their lonesome. Except this time I know it can't happen because I can't leave the country because my passport expired in January and I haven't renewed it. Hmm. Better go to the embassy site and see what I need to do.

Weird aside, the dreams are a good sign--they mean I'm sleeping long enough to get into dream state. I'm on my "Bring back energy 2007!" drive, which is a little hard because I keep waking up every few hours because of my leg. (Or whichever fool had a car alarm on last night. Don't you realize that it's rude to have a car alarm in Paris, especially Montmartre, because the parking is so tight and the streets so narrow that it gets set off all the time?) Obviously, I need something to knock me out so I don't move.

Hah! I could just put James Blunt on heavy rotation. If you read about some woman being discovered comatose in her apartment in Paris after the neighbors complained of hearing "You're Beautiful" for 3 days solid, you'll know who it is.

But hey! At least I'll be sleeping. Thanks, James!