Ima Survivor

The anticipation is over.  This was my Thursay (warning--this is a long one):

I woke up at an hour when the sun had not risen, when darkness was still upon Nantes, an hour when one should never be awake to see the clock.  It was, I think, 4:11.  And then I went back to sleep, because for some reason my body randomly woke me up and I didn't need to stay that way.

I re-awoke at another hour when the sun had not risen, when darkness was still upon Nantes, and again an hour when one should not be awake to see the clock (unless under threat of admonishment from high school cross country coaches; but even then...).  This was about 6:25.  It had a lot in common with 4:11, except it was 2 hours later and it was actually necessary to get up this time.  That was unfortunate because getting up at 6:25 is seldom pleasant.  But I persevered and got ready for the day and eventually made it downstairs for breakfast (i.e., bread, Nutella, and coffee) and then caught the tram.  At my first stop, I bought a pain au chocolat in case I would need a sugary pick-me-up later in the day (as I would).

Dear Taiwan...

Dear Taiwan,

Your air sucks.

And I would like to note that, like any good student of letters, I chose my language very carefully. I chose the word “sucks” over others that may seem at the surface equal because I do, quite literally, feel as if I am now “sucking” the air in with each breath.