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Yeah, I don't know where I was going with that either. Moving on.

Saturday night we went on a trip as a flat to a ghost tour. The infamous City of the Dead tour. I was looking forward to someone freaking out, or getting posessed, or standing in a cold spot, or having phantom cuts. But nothing. No one even whimpered when we were standing in the tomb. Mind you, it could have been because we were all trying not to get blown over by the little blizzard. But still. I was really looking forward to some good paranormal action. I feel a little cheated. Guess I'll just have to go again the next time someone comes to see me.

The Sibling has been hinting for a fair amount of time now that my picture of Edinburgh's Princes Street was getting boring, so I switched it on up for yous. I took this snap in London (well, duh, Emily! thank you for pointing that out! that's not at all patronizing!) last time I went to see Chelsea. Big Ben is so much more impressive from far away. Up close, all you can think is, "Ben, you are not so big". I think this is actually taken from the raised landing in front of the Saatchi Gallery, which was probably the most notable thing about my trip to London. Nothing gets trapped in my mind quite like disturbing art. For all the pretty things in London, for all the great places I could go, I'm so glad I don't live there simply because I would most likely spend all my time at the Saatchi staring and making myself crazy about the things there. What kind of things, you ask? Let's just say "bust of blood" and leave it at that, shall we?

I'm having a little bit of a weird time right now. Things are strange for the next two or three weeks, not least of all because it's getting to be essay time again and I have as of yet no idea what to do about my Rise of the Novel class. Fortunately, though, if I start on it this week I'll have my choice of books. But there are other factors, too, that will make this next while strange. My schedule is messed up, so my weekly routine is going to be all wrong. And the regular cast of characters is switching around, people coming in and people fading out for a bit. I don't even know why I'm bothering to talk about it here so vaguely. Stop this, Emily, you're freaking everyone out.

Wow. That makes two episodes of writing to myself in one entry. Perhaps it's best if I just give up now and admit defeat. There's really no winning a duel against your own brain, is there? And even if it were possible, I don't think I'd really want to win.

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