fondness makes the absence longer

London London London

I drank enough wine on the plane trying to get to sleep. I had the worst time getting to my plane on time/dealing with my luggage, typically it was over the limit so now instead of four checked in baggages I had to bring one. Airlines tend to like making decisions for me. I’m hoping the rest of my stuff gets shipped, as well as my fucking Blackberry which I forgot.

I discovered yesterday, that here, Tom Collins has a brother named John Collins. Something I should explore, I think. Anyhow, me and Mary were introduced to Shoreditch House, which is kind of the strangest, novel place ever. I don’t know whether I’m battling jetlag or a hangover. My mother is trying to make me as homesick as possible by sending me photos of my cat.

hmph, crying.