this verse was written to make you feel smitten

I'm just back from London Bridge (not the one in the postcards, that's Tower Bridge) where I procured both a new cell phone, a new cell phone number, and a piece of coconut Turkish delight that was killer. Eat your heart out, Edmund.

My new cell number is : 07726 747109

Again, I don't know what specifically needs to be dialed before that to get out of the US.

I discovered that turkish delight on my way back from the cell phone place, in the bowels of the London Bridge station underground. There's a whole set-up of small foreign food stands, olive carts, tiny shops selling fruit and nuts in large barrels, and not just raw and dried, we're talkin' spiced, pickled, roasted, dipped in yogurt, caramel, nougat...and of course turkish delight in an array of flavors. I, of course, opted for coconut. I also purchased some dolmas which were dull; I was more interested in the roasted almonds and cranberries I'd bought with them. All of it was forgotten with the first bite of turkish delight.

Now I'm back in the room putting up the posters, copies of illuminated manuscripts, and maps of venice beach Dad sent me, attempting to make the best use of the four pushpins I've got. Everything's overlapped and hanging a little askew but at least it's all up so the walls aren't so bare anylonger. Shotokan at 7:30 tonight, the good instructor. Tea and reading till then.