"Je pense le matin..."

That.

THAT.

I fount that yesterday while scrolling through my notes folder on my phone. Scrolling through my notes folder on my phone, for what I believed to be the first time. The evidence, however, said otherwise.

I have no record of thinking that, writing that, or saving that. Normally I would just brush this off as one of those things I do (dance, sing, make out, fight) when drunk, but this tests even those admittedly lax limits. I mean, slipping into another language? The fuck?

The weird thing is, there are several like this. Mostly in English, but about things which I have absolutely no clue. I mean, they cover everything from shopping lists (for things I don't want/need), notes on knitting (don't do it), random number sequences (those hurt my head), and in one instance, just an all caps FUCK (that one, at least, sounds like me).

While I'm pretty sure that no, there is no way that somehow somewhere wires were crossed and these are not MY saved notes, I like that much better than the possibility that there is clearly another person living inside my head.

And that they might be French.

(Of course, there's always the alternate explanation of The Friend Who Likes to Fuck With You. I am not ruling this one out. Not one bit. Though friend? LAAAAAAAAAME. I already think I'm nuts. Ha! Face!)

This post may ring some dim bell in the recesses of your mind, in regards to that one time I went to France and said I'd write all about it.

And then I didn't. For months and months and months.

Or like, seven.

It's just that there was SO MUCH to write about, I didn't know where to start. And I think you know by now that when it comes to large, complex tasks I'm like eh, fuck it, I'll take a glass of wine in the bath, thanks.

Regardless, I've uploaded a few of the 4,698,890 photos taken from the trip [I'll take my glass of totally earned wine now] and have attempted to at least caption them, so that I can finally finally FINALLY maybe even one day write something about the whole ordeal.

What I'm trying to say, really, is that the post, hopefully up next month, is going to suck balls. But there will be pandas. Oh yes.

There will be pandas.