Under pressure...da da da da...last night I dreamed that the secret of the blue print of the entire was contained in a short pressing of "Mr. Roboto" 45s. and I had to find them all from atop a large rope swing that was attached from the sky. And I am completely off the crack.

My official departure date (shudder) is December 18th. I am not sure of Lauren's. You guys say hello to Stephen and co. from London.

I'm off now. Must get busy. adios. Also, I must look like the most harmless idiot wandering the streets of London because I get stopped for directions at every turn. They sort of grimace when I open my mouth and I want to laugh. haha, you london native just asked an idiot american for directions in your own city. how stupid they must feel. hahaha. okay. in other news, jonathan has big plans for taking me to a "football" match. he has season tickets. lookout joel, i am going to kidnap yr hooligan now. and i get to meet his friends this saturday (!!!) at a drinking-beer-watching-football extravaganza. i know nothing about nor really have ever cared to know anything about the sport. any tips? i am going to keep quiet and hope it's a high scoring game.

and let me just say...oh st. louis how you have fallen. may you be better than detroit and go 0-16. bless.