it's that time again.

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In case you'd forgotten my motto on packing, here it is in a nutshell: I can't be bothered. Kthx.

To add to my pessimism, I am coming down with some sort of evil allergies/cold/sinus-gripping virus. It's making breathing a pain. And tomorrow is my last day in this beautiful city. AND we get back the debacle of art from Hilary.

On the bright side, I saw two plays today -- Phantom (finally!) and A Midsummer Night's Dream. Did I neglect to mention that the last was actually performed in Shakespeare's Globe? (Silly me. It was indeed. And it was AWESOME.)

And now, to bed. Dear Lord, what a day.