holy shit; we're in London.

It's pretty neat. Got in relatively late last night, had a hell of a time finding the hostel from Paddington station, but got to wander around in a pretty cool little neighbourhood along the way. Uh... the houses are all really close together here, so that's kinda cool. Walked by someone's front lawn today where a guy in black socks and sandals has weeding his garden with his dog. Struck me as kind of British, I guess. Slept in crazy late (almost 11am, which is guess is 4am back in Edmonton--but holy god were we tired. At least we seem to have had no problem adjusting to the time change).

Anyhow, the place is pretty nice; they aren't kidding when they say hotel rooms are small in Europe; there isn't even enough room to lay your suitcase on the floor, what with the bed and all. But yeah! I'm just waiting for Kristine to finish doing her hair, and then we're off to stop number one, Westminster Abbey, after which we're planning to walk up to Piccadilly Circus and see what all the commotion is about. We'll fill y'all in later, losers.

And to answer your question, Collin, yes, they do have switchblades in London--but here, they call them "pub food." Also, I just realized the double-quote key is shift-2. WHAT THE HELL?

Bye!