March 9, 1992
The plumber came and fixed the toilet. The first time I’d used it, the contents that I flushed came back up through the shower drain – not a pretty sight. It turned out he’d actually warned me not to use the toilet, because it was missing a part that he’d forgotten to bring with him, but not understanding French I’d somehow failed to pick up on this minor detail. How embarrassing. Anyway, now it works, supposedly.
Also, today the phone started working. It was quite a thrill.
A DHL package arrived from Broderbund. DHL and AT&T are my only link to the world I’ve left behind.
I need a girlfriend.
I need to learn French.
I need to start writing something.
Other than that, things are just fine. Phone works. Toilet works. No complaints.
I’ve been playing this Gainsbourg record over and over, the one Florence gave me. Black trombone.
I can’t wait for my Outbound power supply to arrive from the US so I can start using my computer. (That’s my excuse.)
