So... London

Has been up and down. I guess I should have written this post before I got the depressive again, since it’s making me look at the bad in an even worse light, but I’d look at it like that anyway. The city is great. It’s wonderful. I’ve been walking outside all day every day until today, when I took a break and walked only in the morning, but my feet hurt and I had (have) to read these two books I checked out from the library. I’m finally in a university with a proper library! Although maybe proper isn’t the clearest term, since it’s a windy, confusing mess where I have to either take the stairs to the second floor (which is the third floor in US reckoning) and take the lift to the fourth or just go straight through to the fourth on the stairs, which is exhausting. Then, the Latin American section, which is the one I’m interested in, is on the seventh floor, the topmost floor, so high up the lift doesn’t go there. I have to take a different lift to the sixth floor, then get lost amongst the stacks looking for the stairs to the seventh floor. Then, since the oh so unhelpful card catalogue won’t tell me anything more specific about the location of the book other than the number 34, which is the general section, I have to look through all the stacks, book by book, because I don’t know how this classification system works (it’s not Dewey Decimal, it’s different, like I know that one, anyway). Consequently, I found only one of the books I was looking for, but three more that I wasn’t and am really excited about and am going to use for my dissertation, but I still don’t know where the books for my course are. So both yay and ugh. I’m going to go around the used bookstores tomorrow and see if I can find anything useful, because I need a serious amount of books, not necessarily to buy but it’s easier than checking them all out (if I can find them and I’m so regretting leaving one of them back home).

( cut for length, though not that much )