Number Two

So yesterday I had the great pleasure of feeling like shit.  The day wasn't that bad, I found some new boots.  I'm not sure I had the energy for central london yesterday though...right when we got there and got on the street from the tube I was annoyed by the amount of people. But that is beside the point.  Anyway, the day was fine.  My stomach has felt off since I got here, but I chalked it up to nerves, but yesterday evening it became more.  There are not gory details don't worry, but to make it sweet and simple I did not feel at all well.  That with an overwhelming feeling of wanting my mother to take care of me put me in quite a mood.  I borrowed Music and Lyrics from Erin...turns out it is pretty cute.  It was nice to just lay in bed and watch that, keep my mind off of the knots in my stomach.  Slept through most of the night except for one midnight incident...but I promised you no gory details so that is where I will leave that.  

Today I took it easy; no need to push my limits.  I think that is one thing I'm slowly figuring out. Just because I am here doesn't mean that I am not still who I am, and I am allowed to still live the kind of life I want.  I don't have to always be a tourist.  I don't always have to be busy.  I don't always have to be out.  I got to talk to Tommy first thing today which made my morning much better.  Then I managed some food...phew. Then Erin and I watched Pride and Prejudice.  Very british...haha. Did you know that you have to change your region to watch a dvd from the uk? I am not sure why...nor am I really sure what that means...but I did it, so now all the dvds that our landpeople have are workable on my computer. that is nice.  some things never change...most nights a movie sounds better than a pub.  so shoot me. now now...i'm not gonna be some antisocial hermit...just saying. 

so yea, number two wasn't as eventful as number one. but thats what a blog is isn't it? the assumption that my boring details are of some interest to you...

the end.