So, about three this afternoon I decided it would be a good idea to go for a walk, look for some notebooks, get ready for classes for tomorrow, that kind of thing. I left my house and headed off, having a pretty good idea of where I was going and how to get back.
This plan went awry right about at Motherfucking Trafalgar Square.
Three hours later, it is dark and I am walking along a big iron gate, looking at the house inside it, thinking, 'Gosh these people have nice houses. Who even lives here? it's ridiculous. I wish I knew where I was. ' Then I turn a corner, see a giant fountain and statue, and realize I have been walking along Buckingham palace.
Oh, London. Your delights are endless. Also, your sidewalks.
Also, every guy over the age of 25 wears a black overcoat and is in a stressed out hurry.
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I read that story aloud to Kevyn.
Come back. I miss you already.
I feel like I'm there.
No, I don't. I feel like I am in New York City, with $4.38 in my checking account and thus no plausible means of eating.
If I remembered the password to my blog, that is what I would write about.
Guess what I just remembered!
thank you for the wall post. it reminded me to check your blog for updates. i am a little troubled not to have any word about the washbasins in your post-arrival entries. WHERE IS THE WASHBASIN 411, CORINNE?
i guess i shouldn't complain... your sans-basin blogs are very entertaining anyway. i miss you and i am excited for you... hooray for corinne!!
know what's awesome? Getting lost in london is super more fun than getting lost on a bus in ithaca...multiple times.
--anonymous
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