tired

Naturally, I have apparently managed to piss off the friend at UCL, which is pretty impressive considered the fact that I've only talked to her via Twitter for the past six months. (I forgot her birthday. It was yesterday. I said I was sorry.*) Looking at hotels is tiring. I think at this point I've passed impulsive into, "Hey, maybe it wouldn't be that bad to stay at Tulane over spring break. Or maybe I can just go home..."

...er, no, I won't be going home, it's only eighty bucks more to go to London than it would be to go home. (And it's considerably cheaper to stay in New Orleans! Needless to say.)

I have discovered that when it comes to hotels, I am a cheapskate snob, which isn't really the best combination. Also I know where nothing in London is, so that's less than helpful. Also I want a nap and new yarn. (I do not need new yarn. But it's pretty and a cheaper impulse buy. I don't do impulsive. Usually the most impulsive thing I do is buy books. Or yarn. Last week I went out to lunch. Even these things I brood about for hours. Shopping with me sucks.) I have someone to stay with for part of the week, but it's the earlier two nights that's worrying -- I can't come in later because the ticket price doubles.

* I am resisting the urge to tweet at her that I miss her, I'm sorry I forgot her birthday (I forget everyone's birthday even when they are right there telling me the date every day for a month beforehand) but it sounds like she had a really good time, and also that I was in New Orleans, with my friends**, on my 21st and I had one of the worst birthdays of my life, so stop complaining about being in Paris with your friends on your 21st birthday.

** I am starting to worry that I don't have friends in New Orleans anymore. This semester is very tiring on an emotional level.