Buggin.

I have actually a thousand things I have to do. A thousand.

McAvoy safari was unsuccessful, though I looked all day. Bummer.

This morning I organically gardened again - planted some seeds and picked some apples and talked to some jolly old British folk. It was nice, but then I had to come home and work forever, until essentially now (after I made a delicious raw food dinner - day 3 going strong

Made a kidney bean spread with spicy dried chiles, olive oil, salt and pepper with a salad. YUM.)

I'm glad to be back in Bath, though Oxford was fun, especially our last night there. Friends were made, good times were had, dancing was danced?

We visited a big ol' palace, Blenheim Palace - where Winston Churchill was born. It was really beautiful, and reminded me very much of the Vanderbilt Mansion in Poughkeepsie where I spent a big chunck of my childhood visiting Grandma. This isn't surprising since the Churchill family married into the Vanderbilts. I felt very at home there, just because it reminded me of the Hudson. 

Creepy, right?

So, I'll definitely be in the library forever tonight, reading Frankenstein and defining Gothic according to different perspectives. And figuring out two papers and reading for terrorism. COOL. 

ALSO: freshers are here. SEE YOU THURSDAY PO NA NA.

(one more:)