I think I’m over jet lag, and re-reading my previous entry, I recognize how completely scattered a dispatch it was, a sure indication of the fact that my body thought it was 27 o’clock on some day of the week that has not been named by the Gregorian calendar. Though I’ve had a little trouble sorting the days, I have solved some heretofore unsolved mysteries.
1. The jet-lag induced fit of hysteria that ensued yesterday? afternoon? at approximately 3:23 pm local time? over how to properly set a dime-store alarm clock may have been unfounded, though I find it completely unnecessary to make a snooze bar that cannot be properly activated from the usual position one finds oneself in while sleeping.
2. The Radcliffe Camera is apparently a part of the Bodleian Library (where yesterday I took an oath not to kindle any fires amid the books). I’m still not sure what purpose it serves, except that it was still lit up last night but you couldn’t get near it because of all the road blocks in the way. We caught a sliver of it over the heads of some pub-goers eager to sneak a peak of Nicole Kidman and a tamarind monkey.
3. Speaking of pub-goers… Where is The Purple Turtle, you might ask? As it turns out, I still don’t know, but I spent a little time wandering around trying to find it last night. Anyway, if you were a pub with such an atrocious name, you would hide too.
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