Outside my hotel window, the hum of the pub is starting to grow. Must be a saturday evening in London!

I'm not the only one who was exhausted and needed a nap; my electronic toys were, too. Looks like all those wacky plug adapters i picked up at fred meyer ten minutes before they closed thursday night are going to pay off.

…from my hotel room window.

I'm stretched out in a corner booth in the hotel bar – a little too early for my room to be ready, so i'm waiting downstairs. The neighborhood is bustling with people, sights, experiences and photo ops, but i'm too exhausted to feel adventerous right now. I've been daydreaming – and nearly night-dreaming, as i struggle to stay awake – about a nap on that plush hotel bed since 11 stops ago on the Piccadilly line and four blocks ago of carrying my suitcase through crowded streets, and i'm not going to be swayed from my goal by streetside tshirt vendors and afternoon bar specials. For now i'll drink my gin and lemonade – they don't have sprite, but it's actually quite good with their lemon soda water – and wait for my BLT and then, in an hour or so, the sweet release of peaceful slumber, be it ever so brief.

…then i plan on falling asleep soon after. When i wake up, i'll be in London. Pretty unreal.