Last night, I was sitting in bed, writing in my Notebook of Everything, when I hear this "WHAP!! taptaptaptaptaptatpatpatpatpatpaptapt" at my door. Since Hattie and I were going back and forth with your linguistics coursework, I thought it was her and this was an unusual way of knocking. But when I opened the door, I was greeted an "Ka-tie, I'm so drunk!" And Oscar stumbled into my room and collapsed on my bed.
Yes, it's as amusing as it sounds.
It was apparently happy hour at a pub somewhere around Regent Street campus, so of course he had like eight cocktails. Something about puking and taking an hour-long nap in the loo. And his bag was taken. Poor guy. His student ID was in said bag. So I hope he gets it back because the way he told the story, it sounded like someone took the bag because they thought he was gone.
We lay on the bed (he half-lay on it -- his bottom half was dangling on the floor) for a good while before I poked him awake and said "Okay, I'm kicking you out."
"But, Ka-tie, don't you love me?"
"I do. I just have to wake up for work tomorrow."
"No, you don't."
"Yes, I do."
And he managed to drag himself out of my room. I'm sure he was aware enough to make it to his room on his own.
And that's part of the reason why I didn't want to wake up this morning. But I did and I took a shower and tried out my brand new travel towel (which takes up less room and dries so much faster according to the tag it came with). Made a salad and picked up a can of soup for lunch at work. Made sure I had my coursework with me and went outside to wait for a bus.
Work involved lots of typing. I left for lunch to drop off my coursework. It wasn't as hard as I thought. I thought I'd be gone a full hour working my way around the Tube strike, but the Victoria line from King's Cross to Oxford Circus was still running, and it wasn't as busy as I thought it would be. I got to sit down going there and back, at least. But I turned it in and it was easy-peasy (I even kissed it for luck). Got back to work, ate lunch, did more typing.
The sun started to set around three or four and it made it seem later than usual. Phoebe mentioned being tired because of the early sunset. Which made going home seem later than usual. Especially since I have to wait for-fricken-ever to get the 59! Why don't you come more often! I see more 205 and 135 and 73 than 59 and 59 is my line!! Grr. And it was remarkably busy both going to work and coming back from it. And then I forgot my short-cut across Tavistock Road to Southampton Row.
I was sick of being out of bread AND milk, so I waited a few extra stops than usual to get to the giant Tesco on Kennington Road. All the while, I kept thinking about making the last of my pasta with white sauce and frying the last of the hamburger patties, a pepper, and some mushrooms with a stalk of celery and mixing all that in with the sauce. And that was dinner, and it was good. Even made toast while it was cooking because I missed bread so much.
Which brings me here. I'm waiting for Ryan to send me V for Vendetta so I can watch it on Friday. The British celebrate the 5th of November by lighting bonfires and fireworks. Americans celebrate the same day by watching a movie by the Watchowski brothers. I told Oscar that you guys celebrate Parliament NOT being blown up, and he almost retorted that, but then said that Americans probably have silly holidays too. I said that Independence Day could be compared to Bonfire Night because they both involve fireworks and celebrating the country.
Almost bought some ice cream to go with my GIANT PILE OF COOKIES, but I forgot when I was in the store. Drat.
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