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I had no idea searching for a place to stay in London would be such a pain in the arse. And expensive too. All the money I've put aside for the trip will go to pay for housing. If anyone has good and cheap suggestions on where to stay--let me know. Best deals I've seen are 40 pounds a night for a tiny closet of a room with wc down the hall (which is still $65) and I need to be housed for 5 nights.
I've been listening to an audio tape of Sula by Toni Morrison and I feel guilty for enjoying it. I had a strictly trash rule for audio books--mysteries and radios plays, things I wouldn't consume in any other form. So, listening to Sula is a guilty departure as I know I should be reading instead of listening. I let myself enjoy it anyway. I tell myself it's Toni Morrison reading the way the book should sound in my head if I were to be reading.
Yesterday Tad and I watched a movie and played with yarn. I can tell he misses J a lot and that I don't play with him properly. He has taken to yowling at the bottom of the stairs at 1 AM--the night before I played with him for about 15 minutes and got no further complaint, but last night I was too sleepy. I feel sort of bad for him that he's not having a good time. I have no idea how he'll react when we go away for 2 weeks. Clearly, he held me responsible for our NY visit because the morning after we returned he attacked my legs with all the kitty fury brewing in him--I still have scars. He just wouldn't calm down and I could do nothing to stop him, except lock him in the bathroom with J. The cat was of course nothing but nice to J.
I've been listening to an audio tape of Sula by Toni Morrison and I feel guilty for enjoying it. I had a strictly trash rule for audio books--mysteries and radios plays, things I wouldn't consume in any other form. So, listening to Sula is a guilty departure as I know I should be reading instead of listening. I let myself enjoy it anyway. I tell myself it's Toni Morrison reading the way the book should sound in my head if I were to be reading.
Yesterday Tad and I watched a movie and played with yarn. I can tell he misses J a lot and that I don't play with him properly. He has taken to yowling at the bottom of the stairs at 1 AM--the night before I played with him for about 15 minutes and got no further complaint, but last night I was too sleepy. I feel sort of bad for him that he's not having a good time. I have no idea how he'll react when we go away for 2 weeks. Clearly, he held me responsible for our NY visit because the morning after we returned he attacked my legs with all the kitty fury brewing in him--I still have scars. He just wouldn't calm down and I could do nothing to stop him, except lock him in the bathroom with J. The cat was of course nothing but nice to J.