i am sodden.

it has rained All DAy in Boston. my shoes were not made for this. also i have, worryingly, become a hardcore cafe crawler - it's getting expensive (but at the same time, what is one to do when it's raining and you're tired and in an unfamiliar place?). also i feel a little down. probably because i have still not had a good night's sleep (it's been nearly a week. hostels are not good if you want an early night!). sorry for all of the brackets. i'm a bit brac

also i saw a book in a bookshop today - yes, i live in bookshops (i bought some books too, o god. oh brackets.) - that was called 'what would Audrey do?'. I wondered if Audrey would have bought the book. almost certainly not.

also MIT students are not so well dressed. i am looking forward to some sartorial relief in NY.

i hope it's sunny tomorrow because i've realised that being miles from home alone in the rain with wet feet is not so fun. bookshops or no bookshops. though it was a nice bookshop.

music: my playlist for this holiday, so far, has been largely sufjan stevens (particularly in chicago, because i'm original like that. favourite song: 'a good man is hard to find' - poignant considering i have not yet found my american husband [still got three weeks though, and i'm only half joking.] also 'to be alone with you'.) and some other stuff - beirut, arcade fire ('cold wind' came on whilst i was wrestling my umbrella over harvard bridge today, i think my ipod was sympathising with me), regina spektor ('samson' is So beautiful. maisie agreed) vashti bunyan 'coldest night of the year'. 'no fit state', hot chip. running theme?



--> --> my plan over the next couple of days is to befriend some hippies and smoke lots of dope with them. i'll let you know how that goes.