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Today is a day for lounging and reading books and apologising to my hips for all the walking they did yesterday. SORRY GUYS. (But it was a good day! I went to the National Gallery for a few hours, and in the evening I met lizardspots for the first time \o/ and we went to get things signed by erikamoen and then out for Italian food.)

Today has also been a day for a less confuddled grocery shopping trip. I must admit, I was daunted at the idea of living in a flat without a wok (HOW DOES ONE COOK...ANYTHING??) but all my eating problems have been solved, because I have found the food I am prepared to live on for the next month: Sainsbury's honey baked cashews and peanuts. OM NOM NOM x INFINITY.

Don't worry, I also bought vegetables. When I am living alone I tend to suddenly go 'oh! yes! vegies!' and then do weird things like cook half a box of mushrooms with garlic, or chop up an entire capsicum and pour balsamic dressing over it.

NTE tonight; I am going for dinner with some old family friends, and then probably coming home and going to bed early.

NYE

Yaaaaaaaay for friends of parents, with their champagne and red wine and mushrooms cooked in truffled butter.

I ransacked their copy of TimeOut and now have a list of shops which are a) open early-ish tomorrow morning, b) having sales, and c) not actually available in Australia (Topshop, Urban Outfitters, Zara, Anthropologie, H&M) and I plan to be on Oxford Street BRIGHT AND EARLY tomorrow morning, looking smug that I am not still in bed and hungover.

Maybe I will be able to locate a cardigan that is neither a hideous shade of beige nor covered in bows. Maybe I will manage to refrain from buying a pair of adorable boots. WATCH THIS SPACE.