Yesterday my professor called in sick, so I went to the British Museum instead of class. It's an incredible building, but there is so much there. I looked at some of the Greek items, the pottery was incredible, so much more beautiful than the photos show. But after every 30-40 minutes I'd have to take a break, to mindlessly browse through the gift shop, just to give my eyes a break. The visual stimulation was too great. I saw some other things too, but I'll have to go back, because I saw barely a fraction of what they have.
Last night I took the train to Richmond, a sort of a suburb, to see a play with Martin Freeman (The Office, Hitchhiker's Guide). Thanks to my anoymous donor, I was able to buy a program too. The play was not great, but the performances were.
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