Big horkin' room I have a huge room in a huge place across the street from a park. I
brought my rollerblades, so it's possible I won't return as a fat fuck.
The other reason is the food. Victor and I walked around after getting
here and I found a place that I thought might be like a falafel place.

No.

It was a sort of raw chicken thing.

Maybe I'll lose weight from that. Dunno. I hope not.

Claire, our host is a delight. There are two other people in the flat.
Simon, has a thick scottish brogue and we can't understand a fucking
word he says. It's funny. It is realy funny. For now.

Claire's flat has broadband and I'm able to hook up here.

Tomorrow, we'll get the lay of the land and I'll find an adapter for all
of my electronics shit. I also hope to find a couple of places to eat.
There *is* a Subway, but I'd rather not be a complete xenophobe.

Provenz' arrives Sunday and he says he's fixed the script.

Sure, okay.

Victor has a huge room with a nice view of some trees and other
buildings. It's really big. This is a huge place.

Our cab driver was insane and that was perfect and cool. There was a
little problem because of the dollars vs. pounds thing but I was able to
find an ATM. So. That's that.

Now I'm tired. It's 11pm here. It's not 11pm in my head but I'm tired. I
think I'll go to sleep now.

Rock on, fuckers.


  ¶ 2:44 PM