Tout retenir pour tout immoler

  Today I am supposed to be packing, but Vivre à en crever came on my iTunes and I heard "On part sans savoir où meurent les souvenirs" and I burst into tears.  And then I just curled up in a ball on my bed and sobbed through the whole song.  And then my iTunes was evil enough to play Goodbye, so I immediately hear Flo saying "I have to say goodbye... you'll be part of my dreams, only when you leave I'm going to realise where I belong..." and that kind of stuff, so I just kept crying.  And then it came up with Le Bien qui fait mal.  And then Flo's Bohemian Rhapsody.  Basically, my iTunes is evil and now I'm really depressed.  So I figure I'll try really hard to distract myself with the tale of Sunday's stagedooring fun.  Maybe writing a cheerful entry will trick me into being cheerful.  At least cheerful enough to carry on packing.

I am so sad.

But on Sunday I was happy.  Let's talk about Sunday.

( Notre vie défile en l'espace d'un soupir )

By the way, I'll have you know.  At one point this weekend American Loony and German Lara were skipping down a street singing a song together in French.  That is how magical Mozart l'Opéra Rock is.  It unites nations. :D