On Thursday I went to an American sports bar to watch the first football game of the season. I ate chicken wings and drank beer and yelled with other Americans. It was a great feeling, even if it made me a little homesick. Then I walked outside and remembered I was still in London and that London is way cooler than America and felt much better about myself.
I wish I could write more but the library is closing (damn you, restricting hours) so I am off. I wish I could think of something else of wit and humour (that's right, with a U...get used to it) but it's 5 pm and I'm already dead drunk so I'll have to let it slide for now. Ah, to be young and in love. With England.
Until I remember to bring my computer to the London Center, adieu.
Cordially,
Adam
*See first blog post

1 comment:
You're a dick because you didn't put our conversation in this blog. I thought maybe it would've meant something to you.
Go to hell.
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