have it your way

i'm sitting in a burger king on regent street at picadilly circus.. they're playing that shitty r&b/rap/dance amalgamation that's all the rage on radio stations like jam'n or wzou or whatever it's called now, and it's been raining off and on all day ... mostly only 'on' when i'm outside, obviously, but i'm used to it. i paid 2 quid for an hour of internet access... had i waited twenty minutes til i got to kensington high street, i could have paid one, but it's worth an extra pound just to be somewhere else for a bit. it's nice to be 'downtown' because it's so hectic and busy and crowded that it makes me forget about being alone, and by the time i'm done pushing and being pushed and tripping over strollers ('baby buggies') and buskers and tourists and the like, i'm dying to be back in my room by myself. i just got off the tube here because i was on my way home from the british museum and it occurred to me that i didn't feel like going home. last night, i found out that there's a kitchen and washing machine/dryer on the ground floor of the building i'm living in, so that's helpful.

anyway, time is money, and i have to go find a train to oxford. three more morrissey shows to go .. tomorrow, saturday, and sunday.. will's birthday, the last show of the tour, he's back in london (morrissey, not will), and i have three extra tickets. maybe i'll just give them away, to people who would appreciate being there.. we'll see.

ummmm... that's it.