London Day 2

So far so good. Well, despite spending Saturday evening alone in the flat and, actually, unable to operate the Digibox, having a good time so far (after all, there's BBC iPlayer). Went for Korean in Soho last night with some members of the ECU-crew plus lovely gfriends, so nice and such awesome food (place called Nara). Today I bonded with Peppi and hit the shops a bit in town before exploring the local area. I was doing my usual 'do I love London, do I hate London, do I want to move here, do I want to stay in Sweden' mental rant until I realized the fairly obvious: until I stop hating myself I'm never going to be happy anywhere. So there! (not that this actually solves the problem of where I'm going next, but at least I know it won't matter so much where the physical location is - I'm fucked either way).

Philosophical ramblings aside, I've also been cured of my Starbucks addiction. Since my presumable fucked-up thyroid induced stomach acid problems I just cannot drink coffee, and Starbucks decaf tastes like... milk maybe? Certainly not coffee. Trying to remember what the place is at CPH whose decaf I actually like, I'm sure it's a chain, pretty sure it's Costa Coffee. Will try that next time.
But why why why do they not have water mixers in the sinks? Would you like ice cold or scolding when you remove your make-up? Gaah! Also, I want a Jack Russell. Or at least a tiny dog. So neat! Like babies, except they never talk back, can be alone for several hours and making them happy is fairly easy. And what's with all the tiny teenagers blocking central London? A few of them had EF handlers but I'm sure many of them where just drifting along being obnoxious without supervision. Still, awesome people watching can be had here.