Its a foggy day in London town

Day 1: Airport, taxi, and LONDON.

It has been an eventful day thus far. Actually I guess it would be more accurate to say it has been an inordinately long day, as in two days made into one. I left yesterday, arrived today, and have not gone to bed since Tuesday. It’s safe to assume I’m a tiny bit tired. Tired as in if I close my eyes I lose consciousness. But its okay if I fall asleep, even though its only five o’clock- I brought an alarm clock! I plugged it in to see if it would work and viola! When I closed my eyes and dozed off for a few moments I awoke to the smell of sizzling wires. It was the death of my alarm clock that woke me up…apparently an adaptor is not enough; I needed to use the converter thing as well. Oh well, I guess if I ever want to be late for something I have a really good excuse now: my alarm clock got fried!

Nothing else of crucial importance is coming to mind at the moment. I think I am going to call it a night…even though its only 6. Living the dream here. Well, I’ll get to that part eventually…