people in england talk funny. it's funny being in a strange place and being able to understand the locals (for the most part). sometimes it feels like i'm in france, but this is probably just because that's my reference point for traveling. but this is england. and it's a strange place. not in a bad way.
yesterday i gave a paper and afterwards a man who spoke like ian curtis gave me his business card.
i think about Little Britain more than i wish too. i'm on the outskirts of london and i'm noticing class more than i would in sydney. maybe i need to visit the outskirts of sydney someday.
i'm still not sleeping. last night was 5 hours, the night before 4, and 5 before that. before that i was on planes so i got 0 hours. last night at dinner i heard myself babbling and i wondered if i was making sense. i needed to sleep. i also needed not to wake up at 4.30. and today is a full day of presentations to watch.
i'm eating chocolate for breakfast. with no sense of time, no ability to sleep, ongoing disorientation, and being upside down in the world, i figure that's okay.
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