I'm mildly drunk from my cough syrup.

I previously mentioned that my mattress was less than comfortable, what I didn’t mention was that I’m fairly certain that it can be used as both a prison bed and a coffee table.  I dread having to sleep at night.  I’ve been literally dreaming of my body pillow for the past week.

I had to buy a duvet and pillows for my bed last week because they’re not supplied by the university.  Luckily I brought my own sheets since I’m a bit of a sheet snob and refuse to lay upon anything less than 400 thread count, but I digress.  I bought a “bed in a bag” which included a duvet, a mattress cover, and two pillows.  I knew that the duvet would have an outer texture likened to sandpaper, so I bought a cover for it.  I didn’t, however, realize that the pillows were each only one inch thick upon full expansion.  Apparently its perfectly permissible to market a cotton-ball in a sleeve as a pillow in the UK.  I was unaware of this, and was therefore forced to shove both pillows in one pillow case.  This would have been fine if I wasn’t a little princess with a history of shoulder and lower back problems that I’ve been dealing with since swim season of my junior year of high school, but alas, I am.  

Usually, in my own bed, I maneuver with a pillow for my knees and still have a pillow for my head.  Since the fine people of Primark left the interesting little tidbit about their joke of a product off of the label, I have had nothing but my dreams of my body pillow-awaiting me atop my bed- which I won’t be able to cuddle until almost September.  

Since that thought was far too depressing (and bitterly painful in a quite literal sense), I bought a new pillow.  I real pillow.  A fantastic, real new pillow.

In other words, I did nothing today except lug a $6.00 pillow around London for about 4 hours while I was walking to Victoria only to come home to another drunken night of questionable cough syrup.  Oh yeah, and I picked up a camera.  I’m trying to upload pictures, but UK internet hates me.  You’ll have to settle for a description of my accommodations until I can figure out how this “8 gigabytes/month” business works.  This country has a habit of being obnoxiously vague.

My flat is about four times bigger than 97ish% of the flats on any of the Westminster campuses, which I suppose makes up for how far away it is from all of the excitement of central London.  I can walk to the tube, but I can also hear it running constantly (especially since I keep my window open and use the sill as a makeshift fridge since it’s so bloody cold outside).  

The WC is tiny.  The shower head has confidence issues and refuses to distribute water to any location other than the wall or the corner which makes showering every night a challenging feat, but I’m learning.

I can’t find a place that carries hangers, thus my clothing resting upon the wardrobe floor.  I guess I’m going to have to find a way to make the slightly-wrinkled motif appear chic.