September 7th, 2004, Paris, France: I feel a thousand times better after being ill, so the perfect day seems so much more lovely. In an hour I'm moving out of the studio in Saint-Germain-des-Prés, although I'd stay here forever if I had the choice. I'll be living two blocks from the Arc de Triomphe, a very nice area as well. It's off the Champs-Elysées, which historically defines majestic, yet every twist and turn lies a Sephora, Virgin Megastore and 6.000 € cufflink boutique. I won't have the internet for quite some time. If it were up to me, I'd get it installed immediately, but we're talking slow-moving bureaucracy here. Oh well--being alive and well is good enough.