I've been to look at five different rooms in London this week. They were all so tiny it was astonishing. I can't have a small room. I need a room large enough for a desk for my laptop; without my laptop I might die, or get a life or something, it would be awful.

I'm going to view three rooms today (God, my whole weekend seems to consist of travelling backwards and forwards from London on the train). Two of the rooms sound like they will be quite large; hopefully one will suit my needs and the people will want me to live there. I'm so tired of house-hunting and I've only just started!

As a treat yesterday, I decided to buy myself Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, while I was poking about Paddington station. From what I've read so far, I like it. It's set in the early 19th century; what gumption; I like that. Now, as if I'll ever have time to finish reading it (I've been reading Anna Karenina for about a year now) HAHAHA

I had a horrible dream last night, where the archive I work at burnt down over the weekend, and my boss died trying to save it; it was only when I burst into tears that the people in my dream seemed to care about what happened. Man, I need to stop having nightmares (I dreamt I was in the Grudge last week, which was horrific scary).

Also, plz ignore the forum, it is full of spam. I'll sort it out later or get a new one or something.