July 18, 2005
My alarm went off all too soon. Lecture was on something very forgettable as was Women in Medieval Society. Went into City Center and looked around Market Place between classes with pounds burning a hole in my pocket, but alas, nothing could part me with my money. Read a bit of Harry Potter in an attempt to catch up with Seth and Krystal before a quick nap in preparation for Class That Drills Holes In One's Skull. Erik recounted finding a spider in his food on Friday, making me rather wary of the Salmon, but my arachnophobia was over-ridden by my hunger. He also said that Shaky Hands, the waiter, was more mortified than he was.

After dinner, Jennifer and I went and reserved a room in a hostel for Friday and Saturday nights. She was peeved at being unable to visit the British Museum the week before, and wanted to make sure she saw it before she left, so we booked rooms at The Generator, which was just a few blocks from the British Museum

Having no one to entertain me, I retired early for more Harry Potter and Dairy Milk before bed.