Me an' Audrey took a trip up to the Drôme. Something about changing the scenery a bit. Maybe getting some cleaner air.


The air is cleaner, and colder. We ended up doing everything (eating, sleeping, levitating) in one room since getting other parts of the house warm proved impractical, given our aging fleet of electric heaters.


Local delicacies include extremely salty sausage, ravioles (the French version of raviolis: they're more refined, more delicate, have more butter, are snobbier), and snails. Eight dozen snails will set you back 20 euros.


I'm trying to play the guitar better. Chicks dig that. My abused left fingers feel weird hitting the keyboard.