I have a sleeping problem

It's amazing what not having a regular schedule can do to mess up your sleep habits. Throw in a couple late nights here and there, and the next thing you know, you're never in bed or up early. I actually want to go to the gym tomorrow morning, so I'm going to try to make this quick.

First, I don't think I talked nearly enough about how much fun I had this weekend. Really, it was great. Saturday night, there were 13 people at the dinner party I went to, and everyone seemed so nice. I love French dinner parties. And 10 of the people were couples, so it was nice to see all of that love going on too. Plus, there was one British guy who was hysterical. I wheezed and kicked my feet and stuff in a way that I don't think I have since I was home at Christmas. The last time I remember laughing that hard was when Jesse did his dog show prance impression. You had to be there.

I had an interesting tournée de rue this evening (my volunteer work). We first talked to an older man who was very honest about having problems with alcohol and was very nice and gave us part of some mini pastries someone had given him (as a side note, I don't eat NEARLY enough French pastries). Then we saw a group of young people who were drinking beer and ready to come to the aid of a dog who they deemed to be neglected by its owner. Then we met a Lithuanian artist who painted and did tattoos. He had spent the last 2 years traveling around Europe and seemed to like France. Neither his English nor his French was that great, so some things weren't 100% clear.

Afterward, we spent time with a younger guy that is always in the same place. He is "contre" as they say in French. He just seems against everything. Apparently, he isn't always so negative, but the last few times I've seen him, that has been the case. He has quite the set up- mattress, blankets, food, clothes, iPod, he reads, has his own sugar for his tea. He seems like an interesting character. I would guess he's in his mid-20's. I don't think he drinks, but he smokes a lot of pot. He's mad at French society and how driven it is by money, but when I proposed he go live on a commune of some sort, he didn't like that idea so much. He said he'd be isolated from everyone else and would only find ugly, fat, hairy women and sheep to have sex with. Ok.