September 15th

 Le Havre, how I missed the smell of the salted ocean and unwashed gypsies. Ok it's not that bad, but almost any city will look unexciting next to Paris. We took the 10:50 am train and made it back with plenty of time to unpack, do some laundry, surf the web, and buy plastic wrap. I did most everything in a zombie-like state. Although the hostel beds were more comfortable than our dorm ones, I didn't sleep too well in Paris. When Kate and I returned from errands and computer using at Les Docks, we just went to bed. I did play a few Gameboy games before passing out on top of my Blackhawks blanket, but nothing productive was accomplished. At least tomorrow is Sunday, I don't know what I would do if it were Monday. Classes start, and I have to admit that nerves affect my French ability. Hopefully all will go swimmingly. Time to sleep...