i just wrote a fantastic list of things in london, which were summarily eaten my our server dragon.
$200 fine for making eye contact in the tube.
catching whiffs of a men’s cologne in my apartment and not being able to locate the source.
the sound of a double decker bus picking up passengers at three in the morning.
the sound of a woman in fashionable shoes running to try and catch the bus at three in the morning.
seeing Mad Chad, a comic I opened for in Colorado, hosting a segment on a news show here.
the overwhelming smell of bleach, as i try to fix my laundry disaster.
suddenly waking up when I dreamt that i’d received long awaited mail from home.
getting to the office and finding the letters i’d just dreamt about.