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sleep or bust

According to my computer it is 1 pm at home.  That makes sense, since it is 9 pm here (in London).  My body does not understand this distinction however; it doesn't understand much right now besides the desire for sleep.  Unfortunately, my dear host bought an air mattress "with a built in inflation device" only the inflation device turns out to be a pump, which you have to pump by foot, or hand, in a really careful and specific way, for at least a half an hour.  I have already been pumping, taking turns between various limbs, for about twenty minutes, and the mattress, while puffed up, feels like there is nothing inside if pressed on.

My host, Christian (a friend from San Francisco who is now attending the London School of Economics) went to a movie with his roommates, at my urging, because I thought it best to go to sleep early, and it would be quieter and easier to do so if he was out.  He appeared to be under the impression that the mattress would inflate itself.  I am approaching the end of some kind of very very short rope.  It's my birthday, but feeling bad for all the trouble I am already putting Christian to, I found no easy way to slip this into the conversation, and so I didn't tell him.  I will celebrate in Dubai with Rawaan and Annie, and have already celebrated in San Francisco with my friends there.  Still, I am tired enough that this feels fairly disastrous at the moment: sitting alone in a strange house on my birthday with aching arms and legs and a half-inflated mattress between myself and sleep.

But.  I am in London.  My flight went well.  I found Christian's house easily.  We had a nice dinner at a Singaporean restaurant that happened to have replaced a restaurant Lily and I went to once (the old one had a better name, something about the people's revolution, but this one was still delicious).  On the way home we walked across Westminster Bridge, which has the best view: Parliament and Big Ben lit up against one side of the sky, and St. Paul's against the other.  Tomorrow, assuming I someday get to sleep, I will be rested and happy again, and I will spend all day wandering around the streets, thinking about Victorians and discovering Edward Monkton cards, and drinking tea.

Okay, enough of a break.  Once more into the breach: I will inflate this mattress or fall asleep trying.


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Dec. 3rd, 2007 01:36 am (UTC)
happy birthday felicity! i can't believe you're in london. it sounds amazing.
Dec. 3rd, 2007 09:42 am (UTC)
Google (noodles + people + revolution) tells me that the "people's revolution" restaurant is New Culture Revolution ("serving the people's food to the people"). I had completely forgotten about that place! I remember it as being decent. Apparently it's a small chain - three of them still exist!

I hope you got the air mattress inflated, slept well, and are now having a lovely post-birthday morning :)
Dec. 3rd, 2007 05:45 pm (UTC)
Happy Birthday!
I'm so glad you were born. I'm so glad you're in London. And I hope you got the bed blown up to your satisfaction and are sleeping in comfort. In this year, may you find meaningful work; may you continue allowing in the adoration of your loving friends and family; and may you have opportunities for more writing, more fun, and more depth.
I adore you,
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