Gold is falling from the sky!

Today started out quite slowly where everything was in slow motion because I think I was still groggy from the sleeping pills I took last night (sorry Paul, I had to...). I've been an insomniac since I've been here or had permanent jet lag. Plus the night before, I couldn't fall asleep and Evelyn came in around 4 in the morning drunk as can be and I had to take care of her. Either way, I needed to get some sleep last night so I drugged myself.

We went to the Bank of England for my Historic London class. It was boring. While I was tuning out the powerpoint presentation about the history of the Bank of England, I was staring at a compass and realized that the north, east, south, and west letters spell out NEWS.

I think the only fascinating thing I learned was that they have stacks and stacks of gold in a reserve. They have to stack them according to certain dimensions because the foundations can't support the weight of the gold. The lady told us that the Northern Line (a subway line) was under the gold stacks. So this got me thinking: wouldn't it be just grand if some absent-minded person stacked those gold stacks just a little too much and I would be waiting for the train to come on the Northern Line and "BAM" gold would fall right at my feet, not on my feet, but just right in front of my toes. That would be fun... better look out for falling gold when I wait on the Northern Line.

After all that excitement at the Bank of England I came home and had my afternoon tea with crumpets. I needed some caffeine because I felt so tired. You will all be glad to know that I've only had ONE cup of coffee since I've been here; however, I have found a new love: tea. The crumpets here are absolutely divine, especially with nutella. I heart nutella.

The afternoon tea kicked in and Ming and I were on our way to Camden market (street market). We walked around for a while, then made our way back home because we were hungry. We stuffed our faces. (Tomorrow will probably be my post about food). So nothing too exciting happened today; it was a nicely balanced day.

Poor Ming and Nancy are both sick. I just heard that Lindsay was sick too. The strange part is that I'm not sick. I usually get sick quite often, especially after traveling. So now I'm kicking up the Vitamin C intake so I can ward off any inkling of sickness that could attack.

By the way, another similarity amongst all the girls in our flat is that we all like post-its. All of us brought at least two different types of post-its. It's quite funny how all of us ended up in one flat. Also, Ming, Evelyn and I are obsessed with our planners. My palm pilot wasn't charging right with the adapter here, so I've resorted to my notebook which I've made into a planner by drawing lines and writing in dates.

Anywho, this leads me to the random quote of the day:
"My planner is my soul. Don't mess with my soul b***h!" - Evelyn Taft, when Brittany tried to write in her planner. I completely understand.