Saw some skeletons and mummies. I don't remember if those were replicas or the actual things. I didn't see anything that said 'replica', so I'm going to assume those were actual human remains. And then I weirded myself out thinking about having one's body on display thousands of years in the future.

               There was a room with lots and lots of clocks. It had everything to do with the history of timepieces. I started wondering about the ramifications of having so many working timepieces in such close proximity, and then realized I probably need to ease off of the science fiction.

               What I've noticed is that this place is remarkably handi-capable. For the benefit of blind patrons, they have everything in Braille. And if you feel the signs, you'll not only feel the Braille, but also pictures of some of the exhibits. They're in transparent, raised gel.

               Okay, so remember all the kid's shows I watched in Scotland? That one show with kids answering trivia questions in a museum and were led by somebody who was probably Agatha Christie? This is the museum they filmed that show in! I could tell, because we were passing some of the same exhibits the kids saw!

               I ended up going to church again. (I'm going to be Catholic by the time this trip's over.) We went to St James' this time. Unlike the last one, which was more boxy, this one went all out with the impossibly high vaulted ceilings and fancy decorations. There was no music, though, and the readings had the same cadence I've heard before. The Reverend have a very nice speaking voice. He chuckled when I told him so. Seriously, that guy could challenge Morgan Freeman in a narration contest.

               We went out to eat at a cafe on the corner close to where we're staying. I had a kebab. It's pretty good, actually. It's like a soft taco with an extra-thick tortilla.

               Things I've noticed about the UK in general: No air conditioning. If you want the room to cool down, open the window. Also, I've yet to find a screen on a window. The pepper's ground to a fine powder and the salt doesn't have a shaker top. More like a funnel top.

               I met my suitemate. Her name's Mabel and she's from Singapore. She's also leaving in a week, and she's studying economics. I would have talked with her more, but I really needed the bathroom. We're bound to see each other from time to time.

               I am now going to attempt to take off my contacts without using a mirror. Drumroll, please!

               Success!

               Looking out my window- I think that's an apartment complex or something. On the third floor (fourth if we're counting the ground floor) there's a man in the kitchen washing his hands. In the window to the immediate right, there's a man sitting in his study, which is crammed with overloaded bookshelves, reading. Above him is an empty living room with one light on and a comfortable-looking black couch. Below the reading man is what appears to be a woman in a green shirt, also reading, in her sitting room. Well, there's a glass-looking table with chairs and a TV. I'm not sure what kind of room it is. Handwashing guy turned his light off.

               I can hear the rain tapping on the windows. It's a gentle rain. I can see it as it hits beams of lights, and as it glistens and shimmers on the pavement. Street, pavement, sidewalk, whatever. It's dark out. The only light comes from windows and streetlamps. Somewhere, a clock just struck ten. I need a picture of this lamp. I might wait until the readers have gone to bed. Don't want to be labeled "creeper with a camera".