I was asleep, but then I woke up. And now I cannot go back to sleep. I guess I am jetlagged.
So I opened up my laptop and decided to chat with friends in PST. I can’t see myself in the dark, but I can feel my belly pudge. It’s something I was intensely conscious of while at work today, while sitting down, feeling the pudge over my waistline. Now I feel it again.
Of all the things to think about at 4:30am.
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Here I am, in London! On business, but still squeezing in fun (though work is kind of fun, weirdo me), here and there.
Yesterday, took a brief outing to Foyle’s Books at Charing Cross, where I followed the literature section that mazes from A to Z throughout the store. I just love that maze–the shelves aren’t lined up in rows, but follow the walls inside the store–and as a result I find myself browsing the entire alphabet of authors.
I picked up a few books, after gazing at the UK book cover versions of my favorite books, and lustily eyeing the cookbooks.
I walked down to Trafalgar Square, suddenly lit with a few rays of sun, and then I went back to the hotel where I collapsed upon the bed.
These next few days are fully occupied with work. But the weekend is free.
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