I'm here. And exhausted -- partly from the time difference, partly from some stressful confusion at the airport (I'll explain later when I have better odds of forming coherent sentences), and party because it is grey and cloudy outside. The shuttle driver joked to me that my plane made a wrong turn and I ended up in London instead of Paris. I'm still pretty impressed that I understood him.

I know I'm not supposed to sleep, but all I really want is a nap! Or food. Maybe lunch first, in the hopes that it will wake me up. More later.