"Great geniuses have the shortest biographies" -Emerson

I suffered from a little too much heat on "La Fête Nationale" (no one here calls it Bastille Day, so I felt like a tool trying to explain what I was talking about...)
Charlotte brought me flowers (in a glass that her mother would kill her if she found out it became a planter) as I layed in bed and she sat and watched me sleep. I woke up and told her that I'm not dying, so 'wo bu xihuan hua' (i don't want flowers) merci beaucoup. The girl is hilarious.