It's 1 am and I can't sleep

This is Ja'Nae'. One would think that after taking 4 cold nite relief pills, that you'd fall asleep. I've been under the weather for the last week and it's gone from a sore throat to a stuffed head. Not being able to breathe out of my nose or as everyonce in a while the congestion breaks up and snot drops from my nose is not attractive nor is it fun. The thought of having to breathe in and out my mouth in my hole (hostel room) grosses me out. I feel that the germs that I created, well, better yet, added haven't made me feel any better. It's as if they are sticking to the walls, bed, sheets, and clothes not wanting to leave. Leaving a window open doesn't help because there are no screens and anything could come crawling in here in the middle of the nite or day. The temperature drops so quickly, that I'm freezing within 20 minutes. Only other option is to move out asap. Which brings me to tell you about my wonderful day...

I wake up at 9 am and spend the next couple hours looking online for flats. After getting 'flattened out' ( ha, ha, get it. I'm searching for flats and I'm sick of it, so I call it flattened out. I know dorky, but that's me.) I decide to take a shower. As I've mentioned before, everyday is a struggle in this lovely place. Normally I go to the shower with just a towel on as I don't want my clean clothes touching any part of the bathroom. But, this morning there is a group of people moving into one of the rooms on my floor. Remember there are only four rooms, and I think this particular room that is being moved into has 4 bunk beds from what I can see since the door is wide open. 4 bunk beds means 4 more people that I have to share the bathroom with. I don't think anyone was living or staying in that room for the last couple weeks. Well for those of you that are worried, I did get my shower in. I took all my clothes as I didn't want the new tenants or myself to feel uncomfortable with just a towel on. Shower completed. As I'm getting dressed, I am watching a show similar to Maury Povich. There are a couple interesting stories. The first one is titled " I caught you with your pants down, but you tell me you weren't having sex" and the second "We are about to get married, but I don't think you're carrying my child." Well, the first one seemed a bit more interesting. I was so into it. See, the gf had walked in on her bf with his pants down with another girl. Her pants were down as well. He claims that he was just hugging her. Huggin with your pants down??? Sounds a bit like rubbish talk to me. Just as they were about to do a lie detector test, I had to head out the door to begin looking for flats. I take the tube South to Notting Hill since Beth stated it was a beautiful area and one of my favorite movies was filmed there. The movie was Notting Hill in case you were trying your hardest to think about it. I walk around for a bit and walk in an estate agent's office to see if they have any available flats in our price range. Of course the answer is no, but she does give me some other options. I decide to make my way over there. Along my journey, I come across a market that is taking place and admire all the food, gadgets, artwork, and t-shirts that are available. I have no concept of time or direction and continue down the street. As I'm walking I notice there is a small toilet station if you need to go. At first I thought it wasn't a restroom and walked closer to it, and it was. I think it was just one unisex bathroom and had an electronic indicator to let you know if it was vacant or not. You'll have to check out the video of it on FB. After 2.5 hours of walking and trekking through the ghetto I realize that I'm lost. At that very moment I think God knew I was lost too and felt bad for me because Beth was calling. You have no idea how thankful I was at the very second. I am someone that does NOT like to get lost in areas that I am not familar with. With the combination of walking through the ghetto and not being familiar with the area, I was beginning to get upset. The worst part was that I was heading back to where I originally started near our hostel. I explain to Beth where I am at. She asks me if there is a tube stop nearby. Um, what part of 'lost' didn't she understand. She is telling me that if I take this street and that street I will run into nearest tube station. My anger is increasing, but I calmly tell her again that I have no idea where I am. She tells me to head North. Well, let me get my compass out so that I can head in that direction! Finally, I just start walking and read off a couple street names. She tells me that I am walking in the right direction. Since I know that I am heading back towards our hostel, I realize that I have been walking Northeast but needed to be going Southeast. I kept my cool though only because this time I was going the right way to get to a tube stop.

2.5 hours can take a toll on your body and your hunger. I see a place called Chicken Cottage. I've seen many of these in some of the places I've been. I'm guessing it is a chain and from the looks of the photos, seems like a KFC. I think the chains are owned by someone from the Middle East because each one has on the sign "Hilal". I had to look it up as I wasn't sure what it meant. It is an Arabic or Islamic term meaning that it was prepared in the manner prescribed by Islamic law. No, I didn't get this definition from Wikipedia! It came from Dictionary.com and other websites confirmed the same information. Back to Chicken Cottage, I think KFC's recipe is not so secret after all. Cottage Chicken tasted just like it and was just as greasy. There was a little bit of a difference but not much. But palate is pretty good, so any other person would think it's the same.

So, that was pretty much my day. Beth and I viewed another flat today, but it's a bit out of our price range. So who knows if we will go with it. The great thing about the flats here is that you can make an offer as if you buying a home. Pretty cool, eh? It's right in Islington, which is an area similary to Valley Junction and West Glen. Very neat area.

Other than that, this week has gone pretty well. Ate at a place that was similar to Panchero's. Panchero's is better. Since Beth has gone to work, my days aren't as slow as I thought they would be. But when you're walking around for 2. 5 hours with no concept of time or direction, I guess it'll do that to you.

It's now 1:48am. I am going to try to go to bed. I still can't believe that these cold relief nite pills are not working at all. I even took another dose at 11pm. Where is the damn Nyquil!!!!!!