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Neck is still pretty messed up, even though I took the couch cushions down and laid them on the floor like a strange, segmented worm of a pallet. Sigh. Slept with the window open, and that was nice. The air is deliciously cool here.

Sun is out again, so we might head to the beach for a bit. Currently clearing off pic from the camera, which is why I am even on the laptop at all. It's sorta slow-going, what with 60 seconds' worth of "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?" and various semi-blurry photos of drunk people I hardly know.

They've left a key for the flat here, and I'm to meet Bob and KJ and Andy at the Bobbin for lunch, after they've sold tickets for the play for a couple of hours. They actually trust me to get there OK. I know I go down the one street, can cut through the lot for the Tescos, and then it's right next door, but oh lordy. I can totally see myself making a tactical mistake from the very door to the flat. Grah. I'll be OK. Hee. It's just, you know, I live on a city grid, and everything here is so not, and additionally, every single building here is the same sort of grey. I felt sheepish at one point when I was snapping a quick pic of King St., and KJ caught me and was all, "Why are you taking pictures of houses, anyway?"

"Um ... they're grey?"

They're also super-old and I am a dumb tourist and things just don't LOOK like this or FEEL like this, even though, essentially, it's not really different or odd or exotic. It's just, you know, shifted. The weather dictates the mood, the climate shapes the people, the way the roads slope down into town and the cars zip along and the cultures collide ... it's a different soup. The taste is cool and sweet and fairly simple and thinky.

That said, I can't wait to beat Bob's ass at Halo 2. Hee hee.

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This post warrants more than a smiley, but because my brain is like an egg in a pan...

:)

jinxie jinxie jinxie

I love your narrative. Please keep them coming.

Mikey

thank you! Hee.

They're also super-old and I am a dumb tourist and things just don't LOOK like this or FEEL like this, even though, essentially, it's not really different or odd or exotic. It's just, you know, shifted.

Yes!

I dunno, whenever I'm in the UK I feel like I'm in a different reality.

It doesn't happen in countries that are more exotic-feeling, but something about Britain is too same-yet-not for it to feel completely normal.

A lot of it, too, is that I feel so comfortable here, even though the environment is so very different from my city existence in Chicago. Can't quite put my finger on it yet, but yeah. Weirdness!

Hehe, when? XBL? :)

Andy doesn't have XBL. Trust me, I've already pushed him on this. :) He's not biting.

I find the UK different enough from the US.

Canada is like the US in a weird dream.

Like when you have a weird dream and you try to explain the weirdness of it to people(because it is always a feeling in the dream that you can never adequately describe). You say "So, I had this dream. And there was this coffee pot. And it had TWO handles! Isn't that weeeeird?" Then people look at you and go, "uh-huh" and move away from you there on the bench.

Yippee for grey houses! Dang, I want to go back again.
Curses to Krystyn for making me miss it. Cheers to Krystyn for her poignant descriptions that make me miss it.

I can't wait to post pictures.