Hey guys!

Sorry, Collin. All of those two pence pieces are about all l've got these days. Can't afford Morrissey. Yet. You had better feed me some when I return. Lauren and I went out for dinner (cheaply I might add) because we are starved. Ate a chicken ceaser salad like i've never eaten before. I think I'm still full. Things are getting better, though, now.

My predictions of a complete meltdown of the public transit system are about to come true. Well, sort of. Tube strike on Tuesday. HA. I will have to leave about an hour early to work to make it on the busses.

Lauren and I stumbled upon an area of London new to us last night. Have been to Piccadilly Circus a lot because it's the home of the only 24 hour Western Union but last night we wandered in the other direction and discovered the true West End theater district. We are planning to see some shows once those lovely paychecks start rolling in. I really haven't been this happy in so long. I can't believe that just walking down the street could be so satisfying. I miss the plumbing of the States and football. and my bedroom. But I am happy. Won't go on about it anymore, it's boring to be so happy. Will write Monday about tonight's Big Date with the Dane. Strapping Viking lad that he is. Good Weekend!