Owwwww!

Getting a shard of porcelain in your thumb hurrrrrts. Hopefully this will not interfere with my ability to type.

So, I saw the Globe today. It was pretty amazing. Even though it is a modern reconstruction, I really felt like I was stepping back in time. To be in a space like that in which so many of the words that most inspire me was truly a singular experience. It felt like I was making a pilgrimage. The one damper in this whole thing: The tour guide said Macbeth in the theater! Multiple times! Gah! UNACCEPTABLE.
Anyway, it was super beautiful and awesome and I want to perform there someday. It made up for the two-hour asophogial spasm I had in the morning, all the way through the tour of the National Theater (which is awesome and makes my inner director squeal). Very unpleasant.

So, I have had very strange insomnia the past two night. I wake up at five in the morning and can't go back to sleep. Why then? Even in terms of jet lag, it makes no sense. Hopefully it will not happen tonight. If it does, I am drugging myself immediately, no waiting in hopes of falling asleep naturally.

Man, but there are a lot of beautiful people in this city! It's great, makes it even more scenic.

I think riding in the front of the second story of a bus is one of the better ways to see the city. Sarah and I did that on our way back from the globe and it was really nice. I also appreciated the break from the FUCKING FREEZING COLD. Really though, it was a nice ride and before that I had a really lovely (if chilly) stroll through central London. The light was excellent today, it brought out the beauty in everything. I love how the old and new are randomly interspersed in this city. I took lots of pictures.

I still failed to find a phone though, but not for lack of trying.

So, we saw a play called Warhorse today. The most impressive use of puppetry I think I've ever seen. Puppetry seems to be a theme nowadays. They had it in 1984 too, and people keep talking to me about it. I wonder what it means. The cool thing I am realizing about seeing so much theater in such a short period is that it allows you to feel the pulse of society. You see what sort of stories people are drawn to at the moment, what they want to say and what they want to see. It is amazing how vibrant the theater is here. There are advertisements for it everywhere, more theater advertisements than anything else. The theater is loved and respected, it is flourishing and growing. It has more support, so the companies aren't so desperate as in the states. They relish innovation and experimentation. It's very refreshing. In America it seems that people are so rarely willing to gamble on anything new or different these days.
That being said, I didn't actually like Warhorse that much. I didn't dislike it and I was certainly moved by it. The production, the puppets above all, was excellent, and the acting was fine (though there was a German soldier with a really bad German accent which made me wince a little), but it spite of all this there was something missing. I mean, it seemingly has all this heavy stuff, right? Distinct characters and scenario in WWI. But somehow, the story was lacking in substance. I didn't feel that anyone in the story changed, that there was any shift except in a literal, physical way. Nothing was illuminated. It was a story about a boy who loves a horse in a time in which a lot of horses got shafted. There you go. You know what the pay is now. Unless you are interested in seeing some really cool puppetry(I was impressed by the puppetry), there isn't really a reason to see it. Hm.
Tomorrow we are seeing two plays again, but the first one isn't until three, so maybe I'll go see Westminster Abbey or something.

I lost everyone after the show. I was putting all my coats back on (serves me right for layering so ridiculously much, I guess) and suddenly everyone was gone. I tried to find them in the lobby, but to no avail. So, I had no find my way back home on my own. And I did it! Yay! It has redoubled my resolution to find a phone anyway, though. Also, I was responsible and actually opted out of an adventure with strangers. Weird, right? I ran into a beautiful man from San Francisco with a bunch of English people on the train, and they(he) invited me to go drinking with them. I was tempted, but no one from my group knew where I was, and I figured that as a young lady of small frame in an unfamiliar country it behooves me to be careful. So I went back to the apartment (flat?) and then went with my classmates to the pub across the street and had a jolly good time.

Also: THE INDIAN FOOD IN THIS CITY IS AMAZING. I mean, I had heard that already, but experiencing it is different. I had the best samosas I have ever tasted. They were perfect.

I'm pretty sure I had more to say, but it is past my bedtime. Goodnight and stay tuned!