For another 30 minutes. The I gotta go to work. I asked for a shift today because I have no choice, but oh well. It was open, so they gave it to me. Same with tomorrow. Gotta get all the time I can, whilst it's thar; talking about my seasonal job that pays more, is closer to home, and a HELL of a lot easier and less disgusting than my dishwashing/janitorial job.
Another rainy night/day. It is so cool listening to it come down on the heater vents, sitting in a semi-dark room in front of the Mac with a cup of tay. I probably already posted something to that effect before, and I'll probably post it again. The time seems just so magical.
Now for a sip of that delicious black raspberry tay with REAL 100% cream, slightly clotted.
Gods, I love clotted cream on crumpets with preserves. Too bad I may never see the clotted cream again. Not quite butter. Everyone in the UK knows about it, but not here. Some things across the pond just can't be beat.
I feel so paradoxical about the UK. Love the place, but not the so called ruling class. Not a fan of the general elite, anywhere.
