Press releases will be the death of me

I've just spent five minutes watching a rugby match between the Harlequins and the London Irish (not sure of the names...). I love rugby. Spegele, if you're reading this, I can understand why you love rugby.

Generally, I'm in love with London. I love the Tube - even if it skipped Oxford Circus this morning, and I had to figure out how to get onto the Bakerloo (I love that name) line.

Luckily I still got to work on time. The first day was a little boring; I tried to learn more about sustainability and found a few story ideas. I'm working on an article due Thursday about carbon-free houses. Yay clips.

When Alice from work learned I was from Memphis, she said "Isn't Elvis from Memphis?" (See England, you might have the Queen, but we have the King).

On the way back from work, I got off at Oxford Circus and window-shopped. I'm happy I've found at least one H&M in London.

When I got back to the apartment, I found out we were moving up to the fifth floor to a new flat. Our new flat has bigger rooms (so Sarah and I can actually both stand at the same time and not touch each other) and more importantly, HOT WATER. I cannot wait to take a shower.

Tomorrow begins my first day of budgeting my money. As much as I love the Hazelnut latte at Costa, I can't afford it.

Anyway, I'm going to take a lovely, hot-water shower.

Gnight y'all.

Daily superlatives:

Worst part of the day: Reading articles about sustainability and not understanding them.

Best part of the day: Getting a new flat.