I am officially a bag lady, Man!!! I am carrying my life and more through the several neighborhoods to get to the U. Computer bag, lunch bag, book bag gosh!!!

This past weekend was quite interesting, due on my lack of internet I went to the library, waited in line until a couple of kids were through with their game, I had to send stuff to my UK adviser and I brought it in my flashdrive and I left it there!!!! Yes!!! Now I don’t have internet, nor mp3, neither flashdrive. I am convinced somebody is using very bad black witchcraft on me.

Well, England is a combination of first world with third world, they really don’t give much a thought about technology, the royalty for sure is more important.

Anyway, I am not going to bitch more about it. Saturday Bea came for lunch; she is a friend of Shinny and she is sooo beautiful, we were eating salad in the garden with the bunnies for company, all of the sudden Bea lifted her drink and said, I have something to tell you…I thought… this must be big, I buckle up on my seat and she said: “I am pregnant” I will pay anything to had my camera in that moment. Shinny her boyfriend and I speechless. Shinny broke the silence and said Congratulations!!! Not until then, I realized it was ok and she wanted the baby ( am I horrible or what?, I think that nobody wants to get pregnant voluntarily)

We talked the whole afternoon about the baby, we put bikini tops on, laid on the grass and just talked. Dear boyfriend was bored to death with the conversation and he decided to do housework, he put shorts, his tool belt, his boots and he was shirtless. I swear it the whole scene looked from a 70s porn movie. He was working in the garden, cutting wood, fixing the lights and the three of us just talking about the future baby.

Sunday, I went to London, I mean Central London, went to one of the many street markets petitecoat, (not sure is the spelling is right and remember all the misspellings are intentional), they sell of kinds of stuff for nearly nothing, Went to Brick lane bought stickers with Allah on them and praying beads. Went also to Whitechapel Gallery, I loved the collages!!! And of course I went to the river.

That is my therapy, I remember a friend of mine from the many 12 steps programs I have been in, that she had this routine of one hour and a half of writing, praying and reading just to been able to make it through the day. I thought this is my therapy…Art and beauty, Am I really shallow?

I didn’t enter to the surrealist exhibition because Tuesday they are showing Eraserhead with your ticket…

I finally bought a pair of flip flops, Lottie chewed my sandals out of her frustration I don’t blame her is not her fault, I am frustrated too…at least the new ones are very very pretty.