Jeremy is a saint.  He took me to the airport yesterday, and did not wring my little neck.  He had a few sparse moments of repreive from me, during which time i was actually combusting internally, otherwise I was as nuerotic as ever- times ten more in fact...finally all of my nervous anticipation, along with a multitude of other emotions, just started pouring out my eyes like a fountain.  I eventually stopped crying, eventually meaning until they gave me some  food to stuff in my mouth.  Let it be noted for the record that Air India defies all stereotypes about bad airline food.

So I landed at Heathrow.  I made it from the airport to my friends work and then her place.  Fine.  I already love London (quaint), except that they don't just drive on the wrong side of the road/car, but they walk on the wrong side of the sidewalk, and the bus doors open inward (isn't that a safety hazard?)...etc, etc.

Well, I am off to the Tate!

xo-jenna