Sick.

Yeah. In London, sick. How upsetting. I slept like 6 hours today, so no exciting adventures to report, but here's hoping I can shape up for the weekend. I have been having all kinds of fun dreams about Shakespearean kings and stuff... glad to know it's been invading my subconscious.

The Killers are playing in Hyde Park tomorrow. That should expedite my getting better process, right? Let's hope.