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Luckily I'm not at McDonald's. But I did get a coffee there this morning.

I stayed in a 6 bed room last night with 5 50+ year old women from Lancashire. They were a riot. I decided to head to bed about 11 pm and two of the women were back getting ready for bed. We chatted a bit about traveling and they warned me about the 3 others that would be returning later that night. They'll be in a right state when they get back, they will.

I'd just about fallen asleep when the other 3 women came back. They were raucous. They talked amongst themselves for a bit, "Hush hush! There's someone trying ter sleep!"
"Who's this?"
"A girl from the States, now hush! She weren't asleep but 5 minutes 'fore you lot come in!"
"A yank! Are you a yank?"
I looked up and there was a round, rather intimidating woman standing above me, looking very intensely at my face.
"Yes I am." (I don't think I've ever been called a yank before)
"What are you doing here?"
"Well studying and traveling and studying some more. I spent 2 months studying, now I'm traveling."
"Two years studying," she repeated with a totter as she took off her pants, still standing directly over me.
"Not years, months. Now I'm traveling."
"Oh, you must have a rich daddy to fund that."
"Mostly scholarships and loans."
"Ohh, then you must be a cleaver lass. I'll be sleepin above you, hope you don't mind."
She reached for the ladder. She decided to do a lap around the room first.
"I'll have to jump! One! Two!" and she heaved herself onto the first rung. "I got a nosebleed from this height!"
One of the others said, "We warned her about you!"
"It's not my fault they put a yank under me! What's this? On my bed?"
"Your blanket you dense cow," one of the other women said and they all cackled.
She got down from her rung and reached up for her blanket, "Oh excuse me, excuse me but I'm a bit pissed drunk."
"My knickers are wet!" one of the others called. More cackling.

It was a very interesting night. I got up early and got around and pulled together my stuff and caught the bus to east London, just past London Bridge. A friend from Oxford hooked me up with a friend of his for a comfortable place to stay for a few nights.

It's 10 till 2 on Saturday afternoon and I'm sitting on a balcony looking directly over the River Thames, with the Canary Wharf district to my 10 o'clock.

At 5 I'll head back into central London to meet up with Maddy. Twice a month she serves dinner at a homeless shelter on Saturday nights and I'm going to help out. I haven't done that since I would go with Aditi and her Indian class in South Bend. That was junior high or before.

I'm drinking ginger lemon water. It reminds me of sushi just because I load mine up with ginger slices. It's a warm feeling memory of half price sushi on Monday nights with 420. Things then were wonderful. Now they're different. They're still wonderful.

I've got a fair amount of work that needs to get done and it just takes getting into the swing. So I'm about to start the swinging.