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I fly back home from London tomorrow afternoon. Eek! It's starting to feel very, very strange to think about walking around my tiny town of Springfield, where no one speaks with a British accent unless they're faking, and that completely does not count. Man...it's getting scary.
Right now, I'm staying with a friend from home in this little place called Swindon, just west of London a bit. She lives in a really cool flat with her (rather odd) roommate, and I'm just hanging out while they're at work, doing some laundry, eating a very late breakfast, before heading out to the town centre to do some last-minute shopping. I probably should have bought gifts for more of my friends, but it all seems so trite here. The choice is between neat clothes for those girlfriends I know pretty well (which cost at least 20 pounds, translating to almost 40 u.s. dollars-ouch!) or cheesy souveniers, like snow globes and frosted shot glasses. Ick. I wouldn't even want shit like that.