I have a new flat, the project is going live today, and I’m finally going on my holiday! This flat is really nice. It’s big and quiet and cozy, which is a great switch from where I was living. The location’s great, even tho the commute is dreadful and there’s no parking… But the big news is that my holiday is finally here! I’m leaving for Tel Aviv tonight, and then it’s Galilee, the Dead Sea, Jerusalem, the Sinai Peninusula, Cairo, and a cruise down the Nile. Jealous? I would be if it wasn’t me… ;o) It’s been a really hard and stressful project, and I’ve never needed a holiday the way I do right now. Too bad I won’t get any real rest, with all the touring, but the trip will be awesome! It’ll be nice to get some sun, too. It’s been raining here for a week straight… I’m not bringing a computer (duh!) but I’ll take lots of notes, and loads of pictures, and update this when I get back in November.
Woohoo! I’m getting a new flat tomorrow! I’m so sick of where I’m living, and a friend of mine and I are going to find me a new home tomorrow afternoon. He’s really good at convincing estate agents to see my way of living (i.e. nomadic). I’d love to move back to Richmond, but I think I’d rather stay in town. Kensington or Chelsea, maybe. It’s nicer to be right in London, even if the commute is hell… Oh, and I booked my flight to Prague yesterday. The flight cost hardly anything, at go-fly.com (cheap advertising). I’m so excited I can hardly see straight. I mean, I have Egypt and Israel first, which will be incredible, and then Prague only a month later. Prague’s only for the weekend, but it’ll be brilliant. I wish I’d gotten there before the war, tho… Right, so I found myself in a (very rare) lull at work, and found myself wondering why I would be *pleasantly* surprised at this guestbook entry from an ex of a lifetime ago. I think I was momentarily confused by someone who would compliment me for no reason at all. He has nothing to gain from it, and what ulterior motive could he have from 4000 miles away? Silly, I guess, but compliments usually mean nothing to me, because I’m so tired of people wanting something from me. Incidentally, if you’re reading this, I always said you had a beautiful smile too, but you never believed *me* either. ;o)
I went to Minnesota this weekend. Long flight for a weekend — it’s almost 24 hours in the air. I’ll have my platinum frequent flier card soon. The trip was nice though. I saw some much-loved-ones, got a lot of sleep, and probably kept myself from having a nervous breakdown. One thing I did was get a host for redsugar.com. I’ve started setting it up, so I can move off of xoom, finally. I bought the name in May, and it’s just been sitting around. I’m very psyched that it’s finally going somewhere… Oh, and a very strange thing happened on Sunday. My jet lag woke me up early, and no one else was up, so I started working on my webpage. There was a new entry in my guestbook (ehem, guestbook, I meant to say…). It was marked private, and I thought it might be from a dear friend whom I’ve been pestering to write to me (Shan, where are you? If you’re mad at me, you’d better tell me!). On the contrary, it was from a very old ex-boyfriend of mine, who had happened to stumble on the site, at midnight. I’m convinced that it was the hour, and probably alcohol, that led him to sign it, instead of just moving on. The part that was strange about it was that I was pleasantly surprised to hear from him…
My father came over to visit last weekend, which turned out pretty cool. We went to places that I kept saying I’d go back and see again, like the Natural History Museum and Avebury and Momo (my favorite restaurant in London). The Natural History Museum is really cool. They have a real Coelocanth, and an Archaeopteryx, too. There are only like six Archaeopteryx fossils in the world. This one isn’t as great as the one you always see in the magazines — you can’t really make out the head, but you can really see the feathers. It’s beautiful. Avebury was fun. I had a really strange experience last time I was there, and I finally got to prove to myself that I didn’t imagine it, because he saw it too…. I must have put 300 miles on the car on Saturday, most of it in the rain, but it was fun. I usually only drive to commute, so it was a blast.