les poubelles

I just saw the most ridiculous play I have ever seen in my LIFE. In fact, I would venture to say that it was the most ridiculous play ever written in the history of the WORLD. But it was a work of surrealism, so maybe I should say that it was the most ridiculous play ever written in the history of the thing that is a LARGE BALL OF ROCK, and not the earth, because what is the earthy, anyway?

Sorry if you're reading this, Professor Mwantuali, but surrealism just isn't my thing.

Anyway, the play was about this guy who is blind and stuck in a chair because his legs don't work (for whatever reason), his servant who can't sit down (you know, because that's normal), and his two parents who live in trashcans upstage. You only ever see their heads because apparently you need to assume that the rest of their bodies are in the process of decomposing. OBVIOUSLY. I would try to describe the plot except for the fact that THERE ISN'T ONE, and I would tell you about the dialogue and discussion points, but THERE ARE NONE. Or at least I'm not smart enough to extract them from the quivering, jellied mass that was my brain before I saw this play.

And right now I'm supposed to be reading le Manifeste du Surrealisme, which is (if possible) even more mind-bogglingly confusing than Fin du Partie (the play). But I can't do it, I've had enough mental suffering for one night.

Lastly, and very unimportantly, I'm really glad that the French government thought it appropriate to give me the x-ray of my lungs they took at my doctor's appointment for my carte de sejour. It was really fun to be able to grin like an idiot whenever anyone asked me what was in the huge envelope I was carrying and say, "My lungs, of course!" And now Valerie has put the x-ray with all of HER x-rays (because apparently one makes a home library of one's internal organs in France), so whenever I get anxious about their welfare I can say "But Valerie, what have you done with my lungs?!" So needless to say I do this at LEAST every other day, just because I find it funny.

I think I'm sleep deprived (or my brain has been sucked out by Samuel Beckett), I need to go to bed now.