Le parisien: The shah of Blah (obscure allusion to 'Haroun and the Sea of Stories', Rushdie)

Somebody is singing, quite beautifully by her window as i am having croissant, coffee and 400pages of 'L'action et le systeme du monde'. Studying and sunshine outside somehow don't complement each other.
I have been furiously tryng to study, while five girls crept into our house, some from finland and some directly from the alpes, and made it their home. Julia and her friends have now gone to the Jardin de Luxembourg to celebrate Tuuli's birthday with champagne and an assorted collection of our boulangerie's products.
I can now move my wrist almost to get horizontally in line with my arm. This was not the case however yesterday, when i had my philosophy exam. That scored major points on my difficulty scale. Four hour philosophy exam, in french, writing with my right hand which i supported with my left hand, which in turn for some reason made me feel nauseous and a bit lightheaded, trying to answer: 'Is it possible to construct a right that would be acceptable to everyone?'. (I said yes, the only possible right is liberty in society - all other rights are enforced by punishment which would never be accepted by everybody, and liberty outside society [not constructed, but natural] is an illusion, because all men seek to harm each other in search of their own benefit, and thus put themselves in constant danger. Even if liberty in society is upheld by force, it is better than the state of nature, and is therefore the only right acceptable to all. Other rights would be additional, and would not fulfill the 'best possible, in spite of punishment' requirement). I'm sure the professor will point out the numerous flaws, defficiencies and errors of my argument.
I also saw Apocalypto this week - what's up with Mel Gibson? First The passion of christ, and now this; the guy is in serious need of a shrink.
Hope the sun is shining wherever you are, AND you go outside.
Peace and love
Niklas