I am not letting the jet lag win, it will be a battle to the death.

Well, so I am back in the land of big stuff and Carrot top.
*muses for a moment*

I have become acquainted with many accents. When Andrew wants to make me laugh he will do a Cornish accent (trust me you have to be there) I can do a Yorkshire accent (which really isn't English) and I can immediately tell the difference between an assortment of accents. (I feel like Prof. Henry Higgins heh)

I have become equally acquainted with the British road and street system, where there is no grid system and the rules and laws were invented by Dr. Suess (though many make a great deal of sense and I like round-abouts) and I didn't lose my mind too much, though at a stressed moment I told Andrew that the reason Britain wasn't an empirical power anymore because of their lack of grid systems in street design.

I am beginning to have an appreciation for beer. There are a lot of good things out there and I figure as someone who likes to learn a lot about food this is fairly important since beer has been about since the dawn of western civilization. I had quite a bit, and we are talking the big pints. and quite frankly I don't know how some people down more then three pints. (of course those are the sorts with beer bellies)
Jennie, a friend of Andrew's from Cambridge used to win some impressive drinking competitions and I definitely had some respect for her. I rather liked her a lot. She is this fiery red-head (take a deep breath ekdogg she is taken) with a very pretty northern accent who I kept up with when drinking and then she dragged me over to talk to some firemen when I was quite drunk. She explained her technique for winning such competitions, she would drink a pint in one breath and akinned it to blowjobs when it comes to the swallowing.
Damn, what a country.

I took the tube around London in the stifling heat on a Saturday night filled with all sorts of people (including a man with the worlds ugliest feet) and we took the train to Leeds...and have seen all sorts of strange things and people.

Soon I will have photographs to show....

I am rambling. a lot.

jet-lag induced ramblings.

I am feeling kind of spaced. I realized a bit ago that I forgot to eat today (except for some tea and toast around 6 am) and I am not exactly tired, I feel as if I should be doing something productive, but I don't have the appropriate attention span.

This is the sort of sensation that reminds me how I felt most of the time when I was in college. Sleep-deprived, a little edgy and pictures on the walls keep pulsating when I look at them.

I refuse to give in. I will get sleep and force my bodyclock to obey.

OBEY ME!

( for the sick perverts in my life )