So last night I met Lorcan at Waffle House around nine o'clock. He looked very posh and manicured although his hair had a somewhat greasy polish to it, I told him it looked good. He complimented my hair color, adding to the repertoire of mixed reactions. We had coffee and talked about recent happenings among friends. I think both of us are jaded about the holidays because commercialism and all of the customs of Christmas can be suffocating.For instance my mother wears her immune system down gets a minor cold because she's wrapping this gift for this person, multitasking one million things and meanwhile forgets about her own health. I always feel guilty during the holidays because the mirth and convivial magic of Christmas is at her personal expense. We drove downtown to document the lights on Main Street. The sidewalks were empty but it was a welcome emptiness that made great backdrops for shots. I felt safe and city smart as I crossed the empty two way street. Lorcan got a call from Brice saying Justin and he were fed up with Caitlin and were interested in watching American Pscyho. I'm still not absolutely positive how I feel about that film. It was psychologically exhausting.. You get so engaged in the action and the gore... How is he going to cover up the butchery? The detective ? Why doesn't he question him more thoroughly? Then you discover the action never left his mind. Die yuppie scum was just a mental fantasy. This morning Nana came over to make coookies. She smelled so wonderful and told me the story about the chocolate factory that was down the street from their house in Fontenay Rose, Paris. I love her so much. I am beginning a detoxification process. No cigarettes, no alchol, nothing artificial. I've consumed nothing nutritive for the past week and my body has hurt constantly. Job prospects are high. I got two offers! One from April Cornell on King Street and the other, as a serveuse in the new french bistro (Monsieur le boss knows a few choice words in english, Luca's little brother Adrian .. who is actually the same age as I am, is a chef there) It just opened up for business on the artsy side of town. I could work twice a week...We'll see how I handle 21 hours (18 hours of course work including yoga, geolgoy, francophoneculture, african geology, and french grammar plus 3 hours of drawing two with my favorite professor as an audit) first.