The Lost Secret London Diary

So I was rummaging around my computer just now when I found the most hilarious thing, which I'd COMPLETELY forgotten about: a log I'd kept about other people in my London apartment--HAHAHA! I actually had ripped off the idea from Ricky Gervais, who, for his DVD commentary on Politics, did, instead of commenting, a recitation of a diary he'd kept about the goings-on of his friend Robin. Of course, Gervais's diary was hilarious and I didn't even think to match it, but I suppose because I picked out the most interesting goings-on of the day, it's
strangely funny!!! I'll post an entry here per day.

Oh, if any of my former beloved London roomies actually happen across this, I apologize, but all the names have been changed and, really, I don't say anything bad and nothing that everyone already knew. I actually think it's a fun log of our experiences there, which I'd sadly forgotten a lot about!!!

The other interesting thing to note are the Britishisms I occasionally use and which have sadly fallen into DISuse from my vocabulary. :(

December 13, 2006

I came downstairs to the kitchen this morning (around 2am) to quite a strange sight: Chris was lying headlong facedown on the floor. The radio was on softly and he’d been drinking Coke. There was an open bottle of peanut butter on the counter, but I don’t know if it had anything to do with him.

My first thought, of course, was that he’d fallen, which made me rather concerned, but didn’t want to wake him up. Then I noticed his face was resting on a book, so I figured he just fell asleep while he was reading, and his feet were halfway under the table, where he couldn’t have possibly fallen from.

So I just walked around him and got my curry. He moved a little as the microwave was going, but he didn’t wake up.