Londinium

I wonder if I should start feeling like a local, now that I'm bumping into people I know? After spending some time at the reference library inside of the British Museum, I ran into one of my classmates and her mother on the way out. Considering that there were thousands of bank holiday-ers cramming the museum, the odds of a chance encounter were not very good.

They hadn't heard about the dinner this evening -- which appears to be back on -- so I'm going to meet them at the Holston tube station and then go eat with my other classmates before heading over to Whitechapel for a Jack the Ripper tour tonight (assuming that it doesn't get canceled by the rain).

I wasn't quite as successful with my tourism as I'd planned, but I did still see the Sherlock Holmes museum (I have a horrible/funny picture of myself in a deerstalker which I'll upload if I'm ever able to get the wireless up in my room) and the Chelsea/Kensington/Notting Hill area -- the Portobello street shops were very cool, though 75% closed. I'll add them to the list for a must-visit with Andi. With her along, open shops, and sunny weather, we'd only need a dash of Hugh Grant to produce a romantic comedy. Not too much Hugh Grant, mind you. And I get to be Colin Firth. But tougher. Hmm. Somehow, that whole metaphor seems a little dangerous, but you get my drift.

On the school front, I have an outline for my paper and I've also put together a few threads for my eventual Master's thesis (nice to kill two birds with one stone).

That's about it. I checked on the planes, trains, and automobiles for tomorrow's travel home and everything should work out just fine.

S'okay, I need to go switch out my wet socks and head out again. I might update this one more time before leaving tomorrow.

Best wishes to all!