It seems like regardless of how I spend my day, when 9 or 10 p.m. at night rolls around, I'm absolutely exhausted.

Today was much slower than most. I got up slowly, took a shower and got some serious online alone time. I finally opened my International Issues book and grudgingly started the quiz Clyde set up for us. Fortunately, it was multiple choice and untimed, and we could save it and come back to it whenever we want. 95% for not cheating the system and just skimming Part I looking for the right answers - I rock.

Anyway, midway through the book, I got bored of sitting here by myself and texted Dickon. We ended up meeting at the Knightsbridge tube station at 4 and walked over to Harrods. Harrods has everything you could possibly want for prices you could buy luxury imported cars for. We walked through women's clothing, evening gowns, the toy store with child-sized Ferrari's, the food court, etc. By the time we got to the food court, we were pretty much starved so we decided to be thrifty and go somewhere else for dinner instead.

He suggested a sandwich place called Pret A Manger that supposedly has the BEST sandwiches and he was right. We both got mature cheddar and pickle sandwiches which sound really sick, but they were really good. When we went to grab drinks, I made a comment asking how anyone could like sparkling water, which is basically the fizziness of soda without flavour. And he says, "Sparkling water! Thanks for reminding me," and took one. Apparently he got hooked on them in China when he was ten. Random.

He is so nice! We just sat there and talked for a long time, and then we took a walk down to the Gloucester tube stop so he could go and meet a friend for his second dinner. I don't know if this is specific to Dickon or Brits in general, but I just feel like there's a wall up there. He's very formal and I don't know if he intends to be, but it's hard to get comfortable in a situation like that. It's very hard to explain. British people just aren't WARM. They're nice, they're lovely, but they're not warm. I wish I could come up with a location or activity that would kind of calm him down and loosen him up, but I can't think of anything other than alcohol! Haha, any suggestions?

We have watched way too much British television tonight. Did you know they have a show called "How Do You Solve a Problem Called Maria?" It's like American Idol except they're looking for the next Maria Von Trapp in The Sound of Music. It is by far the funniest thing I've ever seen. When a Maria gets kicked off, the remaining Marias sing "So Long, Farewell" to her. We were dying.

Whew, three entries in one day. Don't get used to this.