My Last Will and Testament

Apologies if that isn't the correct spelling of "testament". I don't feel like looking it up.

I thought I should drop you all a last word in case I die of starvation or something. Just a little update of my mundane goings-on.

I was sick this week. During vacation. Needless to say I was not very pleased and I let God know that. Very funny joke, making me sick. Cracks me up, that one does. Har har har.

Anyhow, I'm getting better. I was all sore-throaty and the like. My back hurt. I was nauseous. Something weird happened and I lost and gained weight really fast within a short amount of time. Oh, and Thursday morning I spent from about 11:00-noon in my room, staring at the ceiling because I had no energy. I made myself eat after that and I felt better. By the evening, my throat was the only thing left bothering me, and today all is well ... except I can't sing high notes.

The weather is still beautiful here. Much too warm for April ... thank you, global warming. Just as a side note, you know, I think I've heard about five different ways to say "global warming" in French. Or three, maybe. More than one, anyhow.

This is probably not the best time to be writing because I'm feeling rather distracted. But it's now or never, so ...

Anyhow, the weather is beautiful. I'm even wearing a short skirt, which I don't think I've done in years. It's just so damn gorgeous outside I can hardly stand it.

We ate lunch outside today, in the back yard. Or. More accurately, Myriam and Loïck ate lunch outside today, in the back yard. I picked at food, wished I could eat more, but satisfied myself with carrot salad and some sort of mushroomy-tofuy spread on bread.

Why is Leah starving herself? You may ask yourself. That is not healthy and it isn't as though she needs to lose weight. If anything she needs to gain weight!

Because, my friends, you may recall, I am fasting this week. That's right. Fasting. Taylor talked me into fasting and today is my preparation day which means I can only eat a little bit of food and no meat at all and tomorrow NO FOOD ... and tuesday NO FOOD ... and Wednesday ... I don't know about Wednesday, yet. We're playing it by ear.

Anyhow. Taylor is getting here tomorrow at 9:50 am at Gare du Nord (which means nothing to most of you but ... whatever). And we are fasting. Which is why this is my Will.

In case I die of starvation or go into a coma or something ... I love you all. Thank you for everything you've done for me. I'll miss you.

Erin and Daniel can split my money. Maggie, Brittany, Sarah, etc can go through my possessions and pick out what they'd like. My family gets my eternal love and the presents I bought for you in France. Victor ... thanks for letting me use your room. I'm having a problem with the softwood floor (because it needs to be vacuumed so often) but otherwise it has been a wonderful place to live.

If I don't die of starvation, you'll hear from me in about a week. Try sending emails. I may be able to shake the Canadian for long enough to answer a few.

I have to go now. Finish cleaning. I've been cleaning all day. And I took a shower. And painted my toenails. But I've mostly been cleaning. When I'm having guests, it gives me motivation to make my living environment presentable.

Ciao, kids.

Love,
Leah