Insomnia

I've tried everything from deep breathing to herbal tea to toe wiggling. It just isn't in the cards for me tonight. I'm awake and so I surrender to the irrefutable fact that so too am I... bored. Unlike my girlish days in Aix when the blithesome brags of experience (I me my I me my I me my) oozed like sweetest honey, I've been having much more difficulty here in Picardie. The town of Beauvais was a casualty to I think the second world war. This is strikingly, uninterestingly obvious. The architecture of Beauvais can only be describes as 20th century Beauvaisian prison. I'm not being cute. There is nothing beautiful about Beauvais except for la cathédrale  Saint-Pierre and l'eglise Saint Étienne which suitably has been under construction since my arrival some four months ago. Ah, how time bleeds! Scene set, I must confess I'm in a bad mood so I'll have to redeem Beauvais some other sleepness night. I guess that means I'll be starting this puppy up again. I hope it inspires that footloose and fancy-free 21 year old me of Frances yonder.