The odd taste of our tap water has left me slightly disgusted for the past couple of weeks. Yesterday I was informed that mussels live in the pipes of Chicago. Is this true? Disgusting, yes. But I am still drinking the water. Mmmm mussels.
I can't seem to make a good cup of coffee lately. I can't seem to make good anythings lately. And everyone knows that the ability to make a great cup of coffee is directly related to being able to do anything.
Watching Ghost Hunters in the dark during a thunderstorm will induce dreams about modern day van-dwelling hippie man who calls himself 'Jesus' taking you for an afternoon jaunt in London.
It worked for me.
And if that dream has taught me nothing else, it's just another reminder of how much I miss London and the strange people that inhabit it.
Take me back to Covent Garden so I can watch my favorite street performing magician insult me as an American.
EAT. Tomato & Brie. Now please.
Cheers
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