tuesday december 29th

when i first wake up i have just nearly cartwheeled off a ledge but balance my weight juts enough to pull myself back onto the roof. i may be in paris. it is me, kelsey snyder and maybe maria. we are trying to get ourselves and our stuff t the third floor without dying but the elevator is old and unreliable and closes very fast. it keeps closing on one of us or not going up all the way and it is very easy to fall down the elevator shaft. before we thought we were stuck in the elevator but then we had gotten out before i tried to just take the elevator up anyway and almost fell off the roof.