postman pat and i made it.

sitting here in my hotel room that will be my "home" for the next 6 nights. i'm watching project runway - new york, listening to heidi klum say, "one day you're in...and the next day, you're out", and eating from a ginormous bag of raisins, drinking shiraz from a tea cup with my handknit wooley slipper socks on.  it's a cosy room and it has an enormous flat screen and free wifi. thank goodness i have a connection to the outside world, or i think i might've cried. i arrived just before dusk. saw the ocean from the car as i was frantically trying to find the hotel. i did so well with the directions until i got into the city centre. figures. turns out the uk motor-ways aren't so scary.

dumped my stuff off and then googled asda and boots, only to discover that everything is closed because...it's sunday night? eventually, after many turn arounds and not-so-nice language coming from yours truly...i parked in a disabled spot on some side street because it was the closet spot to tesco express and i felt rebellious. i was also grouchy and hungry. not a good mix. but, this too shall pass...and it did. i have a huge agenda for tomorrow...lets see how i make out. night folks! now...where did i put that chocolate? hmmm...