antisocialism in the uk

in a few scant hours, i'm off to london. i can't believe it either. i have no real plan, except to see the museums in the area, check out the original old wall, and suss out some of the moldier cemeteries and churches. i thought about clubbing, but considering my thighs rotted from the inside out for four days the last time i went, i figured that wouldn't be a good idea for sight-seeing. my real problem will be trying to pick myself up off the floor after hearing those accents... *squee!*

don't be surprised if i never come back.