TA - seven months

June 18, 2005

The Blondes of Sleep

In dorms, snorers are the blondes of sleep. Their ignorant bliss turns them into an ignorant mess in the ears of proximal sleepers. Darkness can resemble tranquility, but it can also sound like a restless percolator coughing up coffee grains.

As a snorer with a cold, there's nothing suave about my uvula slapping my soft palate. But my impatience for snorers isn't muted by the design flaw in my mouth. My impatience is muted by the plugs in my ears. And my right to complain at all is forfeited, aside from its being a double standard, by my choosing to share rooms with six and nine other people at YHA Earl's Court.

The sun is always the first to come and the last to leave the day, but it dawdles longer in London than anywhere else I've been. The sky was illuminating gradually at four this morning as I was untying my shoes. Maybe the sun was coming out for a drink; I was getting ready to percolate.

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what did you end up doing in london? asking questions was obviously out of the question as your ass would get passed out of the UK, yeah?

where are you now?

~M.

Anonymous
June 19, 2005 9:55 AM

~m.,

I did standard touristy things: ben, bridges, and basked in art at tate modern.

yes, my ass and its port would be shit out of luck asking immigration agents questions.

I am in london. tomorrow: dublin. glad you managed to return home with all those bags.

tevan
June 19, 2005 12:12 PM

how are you? long time no chat. jordan's cool, though a bit overwhelming at times.
-angela

Anonymous
June 20, 2005 1:22 PM

angela,

haha, it sounds like overwhelming is worth it if you can comfortably say you just had the best weekend of your life.

I'm good; I did laundry today. best laundry of my week!

tevan
June 21, 2005 5:10 PM