There's a light on in Chicago

This'll be short as I've got to get a uniform, borrow some shinguards, get changed and on the bus for a soccer game...

I walked yesterday starting around 11 from Regents Park, through the Queen's Rose Garden, then to (and through) Camden, down to Trafalger square where the Russian Winter festival was being held and they were selling blintzes by the barrelfull. By that time it was 3ish, and definitely time for tea. I found the Dukes hotel where I sat with afternoon tea and finished the crappy novel I've been reading ("a cracking thriller!" it says across the front). After tea I walked back through Piccadilly Circus and then south to Westminster where I caught the tube back to New Cross.

One of the petty annoyances of having your own bathroom rather than having a communal one for each hall, is that you have to buy your own toilet paper. I can honestly say that I have never in my life had reason to buy my own. I guess that means I'm an adult now. Hah! Well, for some reason, the toilet paper at the local Sainsbury's is more expensive than the yogurt and I just can't condone spending more on tissue than I do on food. So yesterday in the restroom of the Westminster tube station I used the knife Ted gave me to unscrew three of the toilet paper holders from their stalls, and bagged the rolls. It's in anticipation of opportunities like this that I carry that big black shoulder bag.

I'm still not sleeping more than 4 hours a night. Mind you, I lie there for the full 8 hours. I'm fully functional throughout the day but I'm waiting for it to catch up with me. I have no idea what's going on with my body.

I do know that it's about to play a soccer game though *grin*