Another short

I am writing again already, which sort of surprises me, but computers are clearer in the morning than the evening, and it is morning now. Yesterday we toured St. Paul's Cathedral. It was a very lovely building and our guide was a sweet old man named David who really disliked the Victorians' sense of style. Today we will be worshipping at Westminster Abbey, which is really, really exciting. (I even feel like using some exclaimation points in honor!!) I hope we have some time to tour the building because many, many famous people are buried there.

In any case, though my writing feels a bit off, I am doing much better after two (somewhat) good nights of sleep. My earache is still there, but once I take Tylenol, it really only feels blocked, so perhaps it's getting better. (I'm waiting to end up near a pharmacy/store so I can see if there's any over the counter meds that might help some more. For now, I'm just tilting my head at strange angles to try to unblock things. At the least, it hasn't gotten worse.)

So far we have eaten a variety of foods here -- from pizza to Tiramisu to quiche Lorraine. I think I've yet to eat anything truly "British," but I suppose that is the nature of food in a city as big and international as London is. (I think I have heard nearly as much French spoken as English.)

Our first day here we went to the National Gallery, by the way, which felt much the same as any other art gallery I've been to, but with a lot more famous paintings contained -- the most famous I think was Sunflowers by Van Gogh. Very exciting, though I was perhaps too tired to really enjoy it (but I did nonetheless travel nearly the whole place). Anyway, though I haven't been writing long, it's time to go off again. Perhaps I will post more tonight, because I still have an hour's worth of internet to use in the next 24 hours.

Buying time.

Now that I have time, I don't know what to say.

(That is, I have internet time which needs to be used before 10 or so tomorrow morning, and I will not have time in the morning -- but it's almost 10 p.m. now! I want to write in my cross-cultural engagement journal and go to bed.)

Ear is still blocked up, but I haven't taken any painkillers since this morning and it doesn't hurt terribly right now, so that's probably good.

(It's rather shameful that I've used Tylenol more in the past few days than in the rest of my life as a whole o.o)

I really want to write about Westminster and how it was so, so, so, so, so, so so so sososo ... yes. Wonderful. It really was, even if the sermon itself was very, very short and we couldn't explore at all (will have to go back for that). But. I am going to write that in my CCE journal, then perhaps type it up here? I don't know. This is an entry about nothing but my sitting here at a computer in front of a large glass window of a hostel. (Er, the inside of the front, that is. In case you were confused.) They play very strange music here -- the other morning we had a song sequence of Jennifer Lopez, Oasis, and Marvin Gaye. How does that fit?

I am just wasting my internet time now because I have a half hour left but no time to use it and it is officially 10 p.m. and I want to go back to my room but I don't want to waste the time and I am running on and on in this sentence purposefully.

(UK keyboards are just a bit different from American ones, didn't you know?)

Anyway. Time to go. Good night. Tomorrow will include giving a presentation on R. Burns and visiting the British museum. I think you can make a good guess about which I am excited about and which I am sort of dreading. Anyway. Off.