
Surprisingly accurate.
Yesterday I went shopping in Camden Town and Oxford Street and got back so tired that I fell asleep for the night, fully clothed, without taking my meds. So I lost today to venlafaxine withdrawal, which is less exciting than it sounds. And I had planned to bloooooog…
I’ve been surprisingly social considering that during the work week I generally come home and immediately fall into a coma, leaving only the weekend for going out, and one day of that is spent pottering around the house in ripped-up jeans and bedroom slippers. Quite a few college acquaintances are over here for school and I do mean to look all of them up. For starters, caught up with old classmate Will – never been able to decide whether we get along or not, but how surprisingly nice to see a familiar face. And since I got here, met fellow working holidaymaker Scot from Montreal, who’s over here trying to make it as a web designer and who can be counted upon to understand nerdy references or go on Food Adventures to new corners of London. I’ve also begun to frequent Jennie’s local pub, when she and her co-workers unwind on Fridays and also for Sunday quiz nights. Last weekend she and I and several of her co-workers spent a day doing the tourist thing round Stonehenge and Bath, actually, and I’ll get around to blogging about it after I’ve got the patience to sort through a gazillion very similar pictures of Stonehenge and pick out the decent ones. They’re very nice – her co-workers, I mean, not the photos – and come from all over, many having been international students who stayed on or came back to work.
And this being the holiday party season, doing more social things with my own co-workers as well. Being naturally timid, I’ve had difficulty fitting in and being sociable, but very very gradually things are changing. Went out to the pub on Friday with a few co-workers, a tiny place three hundred years old give or take a few, standing outside thanks to the crowd and doing what all employees do, which is gossip and bitch about the higher-ups. I bought my very first round, hurrah!
Much, much more to write about, and photos to post, but it’s far too late to be up even if I have spent the day largely asleep. Over and out.
Come for the rock, stay for the klezmer.


