day twenty-six: there's not a dry place in the country

rain rain go away. seriously. okay, I have to admit, the rain has not been all that bad. but the fact that rain somehow found it's way through the third-floor of my flat to begin drip dropping on my nightstand early this morning is beyond me. a full glass was filled in four hours...not all that bad, but honestly, I'm baffled by how it even got there in the first place.

so, with that said, the latest here...I've been reading an awful lot (obviously), have had the occassion to chat with some friends in the states (ps I have a good tip on pins for ringing me in london), which has been awesome *hint, hint*, and spent part of yesterday at the tate modern. as emily and I weren't really feeling up for more than one section of the museum, we decided to bail for some reading and 'return at a later time.' what a luxury of living in london. also, I am doing a trial run as a server in this smallish restaurant just adjacent to the chemist that I live above. I'm a bit nervous, as I don't really know what to expect, but, if the job works out, would be super pumped to have some small income coming in during this year. (wouldn't it be amazing if I didn't run up a major credit card debt while I was here??? keep your fingers crossed.)

plans for the weekend have yet to really be formed, aside from some tentative party plans, concrete phone dates (jennie tyma, where are you?) and birthday-cake baking and eating for kate's 26th. may possibly go to a war protest organized by the europe socialist forum, but that has yet to be determined.

so peeps, that's that. thank you greatly for those who have been in individual contact. it's nice to know that distance doesn't totally kill off all interaction, even if it can only be via email and phone. loves.