Same pattern as last Thursday, except I'm rationing...
I went up to the habib in Roehampton to get some bread and peanut
butter, and to look for other rations. I forgot that the English don't
acknowledge the development of peanut butter, a substance they find
distasteful (Steve has suggested the very idea is disgusting). So, I
counted out 3.77 GBP (3 crowns, a half-crown, a dime,two nickels three
tu'pence and a penny, if memory serves) to buy a loaf of bread, a small
block of Mild Irish Cheddar and a small jar of Nutella
(not Gnutella, nor
Freenet, either)). So, I
can now feast on cheese and/or nutella sandwiches this weekend, with
copious amounts of tap water and some milk to drink.
The Post Office was open, but quite out of Jubilee stamps. He
suggested I try one of the main post offices, such as in Trafalgar
So, I had a cheese sandwich and a glass of milk. I can't remember
what I thought of nutella last I had it, so it can wait until the next
meal. Now, having sucessfully foraged for food and brought in
provisions for the weekend (admittedly not difficult in this culture,
where food is abundant), what else is there to do? I have shelter, food,
water and clothing (The shirts I washed are surely cleaner and to some
extent dry, although still in sacks over there). What remains but
emotional support, and entertainment?
It's a deep question, incidentially; don't strain yourself.
There's schoolwork to do, of course, and at least some of that I need
to look at. I could get partially online which holds prospects of both
if I work it right. (More productively, I need to go back to that
catalog and actually count, rather than just eyeball, the number of
courses that I'd need to complete various bachalaureate (sp!) programs.
Sure, I can't afford more school, and don't have a place to live next
year, but I still want to know how much longer, and how much more money
it would cost to B.S.) Also online we have porn and computer news sites,
which activities are approximately equally productive.