No adventures, just good times

So far, so good, although by saying that, I'm probably cursing myself completely. I made it to London on Saturday night, found a hostel, and crashed. Yesterday I did fun touristy things—kicked it at the Tate and slavered over William Blake's prints for awhile, and then wandered over to Piccadilly Circus and saw The Reduced Shakespeare Company do The Complete Works of Shakespeare (Abridged). This latter was highly enjoyable, including as it did several "Janet Jackson's Boob" jokes. And when they performed Hamlet backwards, one of the included Satanic messages was "George Bush is a genius." Anyway, then I went to the cinema and saw Elephant, which I've been wanting to see forever. After that freaked me out sufficiently, I went back to the hostel and crashed, fully satisfied with London and ready to move on.

So now I'm in Bath. I've already been to the Jane Austen Center and done a little light sightseeing. I plan to do a bit more before I retire to catch up on sleep so I can get up bright and early and do the übertouristy bus tour of the city.

Before I run off again, I'd like to thank the weather gods for their compliance with my request—it's mild and NOT RAINY here. And also, I would like to admit that I probably have a book addiction problem. I have bought 10 in the past two days. Help!