Counting Down by Threes
I'm sick. I hate being sick. I'm not even really missing work out for it, since they ran out of work for me again. Ah well, at least I'm useful, right?
But, despite being sick, I am counting down till Monday in the wee hours of the morning. We're heading out to London for three days, two nights of crazy London Hyjinks. I've got a schedule worked out for what I want to do, and it's better than the last time because I have some clearer idea of what London is: It's not a city, it's a freakin' country all to itself, and you're not going to see it all in three days.
We're definately going to see the Elgin Marbles, we're taking another London Walk (Jack the Ripper!), going back to hear Evensong at Westminster, and checking out China Town. On my own, I'm looking forward to the Tower of London, taking a boat tour up the Thames (if I can), and probably a few other things as well. My sick-addled brain can't process everything right now.
I just want it to be Monday now! I'm sure I'll be better by then, right?