London Heat Wave?

dude. it's like 85 here. I don't think so folks. But here is a little taste of what life will be like in the next 10-20 years without air-con. So I suggest working on it.

Penance

This morning, the morning of my last day of work after 6.5 years at a company of despair, and I can't get it together.

My morning ,in haiku:

Tiny mints, scattered
Teeth Brushed? Oops. Forgotten. Gross.
Spoiled milk in coffee.

I hope this afternoon goes better.

I lied

I do have one complaint re: the champagne bar.

The champagne hangover. Most expensive hangover ever.

Eat, Drink, Eat, Drink...

Today, my team surprised me with pizza in the park. There are few better surprises than me:
1. not cooking my own lunch
2. enjoying the rare sunny and warm day in London
3. eating pizza. I don't think I need to elaborate

Tonight, I am headed to the Champagne Bar at St. Pancras (or St. Pancreas as my friends like to call it). It's the longest champagne bar in Europe. I have no complaints.

Last week, it was to Vinopolis for a wine tasting and tour. Needless to say, I am quite bummed to leave such a fun team. But quite happy to get home and get my liver and ass back into shape.

2 more days of work. You can do it!

Countdown. Do it Now.

I only have one more monday in my work schedule. Two more team meetings. Thank Moses.

The end is so close, I can almost smell it.

Fresh Hell.

I am currently listening to my downstairs neighbors playing a duet of 'Isn't She Lovely'.

On guitar...


And RECORDER.

Oops.

Last night, I stabbed myself in the hand. It was not fun. And it occured to me that I have no idea what to do in a "crisis" (admittedly, it wasn't really a crisis but just go with it).

I was trying to take the pit out of an avocado and I missed and all of the sudden there was a knife sticking out from my hand...not deep but still ew. So, I thought for a second (knife still in)...there are a couple of options here.

1. Pull the knife out, nothing happens, mini blood + band-aid = finish cooking dinner.
2. Pull the knife out, lots of blood, don't get it on the carpet and...ummm...huh.

I have no idea where to go to get stitches. I wouldn't even know how to call an ambulance if I needed one because I never paid attention to that when I moved here. I figure I would have gone through about 10 iterations of phone numbers before one of them was useful. Do you go to the emergency room for stitches? Is there such a thing here? There must be.

And so, I pulled the knife out. And wrapped my hand up in TP (cause that's the level of first aid kit I have in the house). And I just went about my evening...I figured if I bled through my make-shift bandage, I would figure it out then.

It's about 14 hours later. Still alive. So...I win.

Not cool.

You know what = not cool?

I only got to see 10 minutes of the Barca/Man U game last night.

Although, I heard that I didn't miss much. Ferguson? Next time, ask the team to actually show up.

Damn You BST!

I wish that I had a funny story to share today. Instead, let us talk about the fact that we just changed to summer time here. So rather than wake up at 5:30 to get to work for a 7:00 meeting. I was up at 4:30, for all intents and purposes. I know that those who are used to long commutes and teaching and such are used to this. I am not, I get up as late as possible, I walk to work, I eat breakfast there; all in the name of sleep and comfort. I just can't imagine much worse that 4:30 wake up and not getting to bed until 12 or so. Its just inhumane.

That being said, we are having dinner at one of my fav little places in London tonight; I just wish it were warm enough to eat outside on their little cobblestone terrace.

Stupid Old Blighty.

Drama Queen

I haven't been feeling that great this week. So much, that at one point this week, I told my flatmate that if I didn't wake up, she should tell the coroner that my stomach really hurt, like weird hurt.

You may laugh now. I was even laughing when I said it.

I wonder if everyone has those random moments when they're sick when they freak out and wonder if "this is it". It am sure that our friend Stacey does. Back me up, girl.

I am also on the count down for my trip home for Passover (and Easter...cause, nothing better than going out on the ATVs with some bourbon and pierogies!). I am trying to figure out what I can pack up and leave home at my parents storage unit and what I need to keep with me.

I definitely need to keep all my shoes. Right? (please say yes.)

London Town...

I am not sure how many people know it, but the BBC is really terrible at news and weather. When there is an attack, bombing, political update etc., the BBC is reporting on the latest gossip from East Enders or Neighbours.

When I woke up this morning, the sky was blue, clear, as it had been yesterday. Sunday morning ritual of making coffee and popping back into bed to read the newspaper online, I pulled up the BBC and CNN websites to see what was happening in the world.

On the BBC, heavy showers in London (huh??!), on CNN, the killings in Northern Ireland. Really? Get it together BBC. We fund your asses through ridiculous TV taxes. So get on it. Start reporting the damn news already.

Later, flattie and I are going out for brunch at a place called the Breakfast Club. I hope Judd Nelson is there. If not, I will settle for Anthony Michael Hall.