The three things I recall doing

What have I been doing these past few days? I ask mostly because I cannot remember. Some highlights:

Laura and I explored both London's biggest and oldest bookshops. Waterstone's, the biggest, was insane. And the oldest, Hatchard, was established in 1797. It's very sweet with lots of character. I love the bookshops in London--there are rows and rows of them all along a single street near my flat, which makes me very happy. Musing: Is it bad that I still love Barnes and Noble best? I am a corporate drone...

Was awake for a grand total of 4 hours before 7 PM yesterday, and it was wonderful. Had gone to the Hope but not made Fabric the day before, instead hanging out at the Penthouse (boys' Turkish flat) and having to be carried down the street due to a shoe disfunction. Upon waking yesterday, we went to a concert thingy with a bunch of different bands, where, having first gotten us rockin out with hair limbs body flailing, Gerald proceeded to push Laura and me onto the open area right in front of the stage. We continued to dance like crazy people, whereupon the lead singer pointed us out and thanked us for our enthusiasm. Musing: I am now considering "groupie" as a professional career choice.

Awoke this morning to attend a mock execution of Charles I. Walked to St. James' Park and observed Brits with pikes and rifles marching down the square. Sadly, there was no real execution. Musing: Would it be so hard to fake cut off a head? I am anti-bloodshed and even I found its lack distressing.

I am sure I've done more than this recently, but my memory span is bloody short. Bullocks.