I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus

Listening to the Beatles is perfect for London. I'm sure I'm not the first to come to that conclusion.

I actually managed to get out of bed before 9am this morning (ok, not OUT of bed, but I was sitting up). Managed not to electrocute myself, which is always a plus. Decided on a breakfast of fried eggs and toast, which was definitely better than my usual cereal and...cereal.

I spent the early afternoon in Spitalfields with Dorothy, who lives downstairs. We explored Brick Lane, which is a really cool, funky area near the City of London. The walls are covered in street art, there are vintage shops (not the kind that sell crappy clothes from 2002--real shops with cool old belts and boots, etc) all over the place, and it has a very cool vibe. It was very urban and, ugh, hipster, which I actually didn't mind. We browsed for a while, and then had Indian food for lunch. I've never officially had Indian food before, and now I'm in love with naan (delicious, delicious carbs). Brick Lane has evidently become a predominantly Bangladeshi area, which seemed more apparent on the end opposite all the shops. I guess there's a pretty cool street market on the weekends, so I think I'll do that soon. Definitely worth the trip.

I was thinking of going to the British museum to poke around a little bit more, but I think I'll save that for later. I feel a nap coming on, and I'll probably wake up around dinnertime. Cheers!