I find myself quoting "Sweeney Todd" a lot these days--and not just because I finally sat down and listened to the whole show.* But there really is no place like London. It's not brilliant, it's not a slimy hellhole, it's just...there's no place like it. Haven't managed to get back to Trafalgar Square and make sure Nelson is okay yet.
I stumbled off the plane about 10:30 and got to London Bridge just in time to not catch a train home. A train ride from the London Bridge station is about fifteen minutes to home, but I spent about two hours on various buses getting closer and closer until finally I could walk. While waiting at one bus station (surrounded by other women and lights, mind you) this jerk kept saying, "where you going? I can give you a ride!" Listen buddy, how stupid do you think I am? Just because I have an American accent and a suitcase, do you really think I'm going to get into a car with you? Aargh. I had only gotten three hours of sleep the night before, so when I finally got back to Raymont Hall, I had a little ramen, a little shower...then sat on my bed for an hour going "sleep, damn you, sleep!" I have never gotten jet-lagged before, but this time I had this horrible hangovery headache all day yesterday and again I couldn't get to sleep. And I am so dehydrated. Luckily the only cure for that is tea, lots of tea, mmm sweet, sweet Twinings, which tastes different in the US, it really does.
So, after spending yesterday resting and going to the grocery store--a two hour trip which completely sapped my strength. Which kind of bread do I like again? I forgot--I'm finally at the library. Ostensibly I'm here to do research for my essay, but an hour into my visit I'm still hunched over a computer. :) If you've emailed me, I'm sorry, I will respond tomorrow, I promise. It was great seeing everyone. Come visit me. :)
*never saw the ending coming!!! OMG!!!