Before we went out yesterday, I was clomping down the narrow stairs to leave, wearing my new purple Swear boots, and I slipped a bit and took a rather violent trip down the stairs on my ass. The noise was tremendous, and pippilina came dashing out of her room with a look of horror on her face, only to find me blushing, quietly muttering "ow, ow ow. ow." Today I felt kind of beaten up, so I took it easy, slept most of the day away. I have huge elbow and ass bruises. Yay, me!
I got a big map of London and the entire M25 area so I can better orient myself, and a great book called 253 - The Print Remix that kind of has a nice kommute vibe going for it. pip and I have been taking turns reading aloud to each other. It's nice for that since each page is a new chapter. Let's hear it for literary gimmicks!
Luke and Kerri (my happy Santa Cruz tenants) were supposed to get in touch before they left London, but the saps never called. It's alright, I'll simply raise their rent. Hahaha! I had trouble sleeping the first few nights here because of jetlag, plus the noisy little bunkbed i'm sleeping on and I was deathly afraid of snoring. The girl i'm rooming with asked if I snored, I said that I sometimes did, and she gasped and begged me not to. Eep. It's not like that's a voluntary thing! But I've gotten the hang of it, and now i'm able to get my Zs on, aw yeah. My dreams have been kind of crazy, as they tend to be when i'm in a new place. Very extreme, kind of like quasi-nightmares. David Lynchy.