I am sort of pining for many things and all of them illogical and surpringing. London is lovely though. I went to bed a bit wine drunk and quite pleased last night. Especially pleased that I was sleeping in a bed bigger than a twin with more than one pillow and I was very warm and cozy. Today I saw lots of things, but if you want me to name them I cannot. I guess it is not terribly shocking that I keep thinking about Dylan Thomas because the last time I saw most of the things I was with the Dylan Thomas class. I want to tell all sorts of people (one person) about all of this.