Everything Except the French Revolution

Breakfast was a multivitamin juice and a bag of cheese & onion chips left over from the weekend. The bag had more hair in it than a Saint Bernard.

I didn’t get far with the French Revolution. Every time I hit the separation of powers or John Locke, my brain took off in some other direction entirely—whether I should have kept the frog Ana and I caught a few months ago, how many times Spin City could possibly rerun before the universe intervenes, whatever else I was supposed to be doing with my life. One chapter. That’s what I managed. New day.