LATE NIGHT CHOW NEEDED

1:24 am in Paris France
will be hitting the sack in any moment
i WILL skip brushing my teeth
because I'm tired
and sometimes defiance of 'the man' makes me feel like an adult
also I will sleep with my contacts in because it makes me feel baaaaaaaaad
and I like it
probably I feel baaaaaaaad
because when I was a teenager my mother kept me safe from sleepovers with friends who probably just wanted to get me wasted and fondle me, by saying that I couldn't spend the night because " You don't have your contact lens solution."
But this is a mere anecdote
I'm feeling like a mutant because I've been awake for the last three hours coloring,
and because I came to this country so I could be stuck with myself...and so I could prevent myself from falling in love with anyone...and now I AM stuck with myself and bored (because even if we're FABULOUS at all times...a lot of the time between doing fabulous things...we're boring as shit) and developing odd feelings for some man who lives on another continent I've kissed once and only known for a spattering of moths....I should have learned by 24 that my Plan A's always suck. I'm a Plan B kind of girl.......In every possible sense of the term........
I'm the girl who always has to pay the damned change fee when I suddenly realize Plan A is a mission abort. Rephrase: I'm the girl who has to ask her MOM to pay the damned change fee when I pull a spaz move...which is almost always. I should change my fucking name to Caitlin CHANGE FEE Marshall.

Back to mutant hood.

The reason I'm writing at all now is because when I feel like a mutant, it's great to go to an all night diner like the Chicago has--like Melrose or Nookies-- where it's fun to drink milkshakes, plan on not brushing your teeth when you get home, and watch other mutants congregating! In a diner...I can take charge of my emotional reality and morph from being a dejected weirdo, to a proud card-carrying one.
There are probably no all night diners in Paris as there are no diners here...and although the French invented ennui (so you'd think they'd have a proliferation of all night joints), I kind of get the feeling that in regards to both my feeling like a mutant, and the necessary task of working more than a 30 hour workweek that would be necessitated by any empathetic nod to mutant-hood....the french would simply reply: "Qui, je te comprends bien mon ami...mais de faire n'importe quoi au milieu de la nuit....ca c'est fortment moche."
Mark my words....the first thing I'm doing when I return to the states (barring any situation where there's a man,any man, waiting to have sex with me), is to stay up all night going through drive-throughs and carouse at 24 hour juke joints. If I were a dude, just the idea of such cockamamie-biggie fry-cherry pie shenanigans would be enough to give me a burger boner right now....
Fuck it. This need can't wait. Right off tomorrow morning I start a new mission called "find out how the French scratch their midnight-mutant itch." I'm feeling confident that such sentiments or self-alienation are universal, and that Parisians will have some PHENOMENAL, and probably hot solution to the problem....I'll keep y'all posted...