Everything Hurts

Pass the Tylenol. 

Let's talk about the cough.
it's a bark for the most part, but sometimes it's a rumble, like,
you can imagine the sound of a whole cliff crumbling to the ground
stone by stone, rock by rock.
Or even the sound of the antelopes' hooves in The Lion King when Simba's down in the gorge.

Yeah, it's that momentous. 

It's been a week. A week of this devilish cold that seemed to be very placid at first.
Little did I know I'd need a two hour nap today,
only to wake up feeling like someone
had splashed
my eyeballs
with alcohol.
#crying.

This illness is a freaking maze. #nowayout
^^^ hammer though !!!

I really hope you feel sorry for me;
I was having a bit of a pity party.
But I must admit, this past week hasn't been all bad.
A friend asked me
if I was free to help out
a friend of a friend
with a self-tape,
and I agreed. 
I'd been cooped in my room for days and some fresh air and rays are good, right?
As I'm speaking to the lady on the phone, 

I was like, "wait a minute... what's your name again?" 
and she was like, "I'll send it in a text; you can IMDb me."

Now that sounds like she's a little bit famous,
but it's me so I didn't think twice. 

Turns out I am now 2 degrees of separation from Robert Pattinson (and the rest of the Twilight crowd). I then looked Rob up to find out that he's engaged. There goes my high school dreams!
But on the plus side, I stopped by a buffet today (to eat away my illness and pain) and asked which dishes were vegetarian. The waiter then exclaimed that everything is vegetarian, and the "meat" dishes were made with soya! 
HEAVEN!!!!

I'm going to be frank with you. I had no trouble being vegetarian on the ship, nor did I have a problem going to the gym, going to different museums, ultimately being a better me! Now that I've returned to London, however, I have had wild cravings.
Why did the lady on the bus start eating fried chicken?
Why did I want a dirty chinese so badly?
Why couldn't I just have pho, please and thank you?
or some sushi, yum yum yum?
Why did +David Horton have to snapchat me his chorizo mac and cheese!?!?!?!

I can only attribute these desires to the fact that my body is in a great deal of pain. Comfort foods are calling, and it's only a passing temptation. I'm going to come out of this struggle a stronger woman, or at least I'll be visiting this vegetarian buffet every day for the rest of my London life.

A Sneaky Little Night Out

At Monday's audition, Jo realized that the UK would be kicking me out in a year. I'm okay with it; I understand life is a bit up and down and to and fro, and it'll take me where I need to go. Jo's a bit more, "let's take this matter into our own hands, shall we?" 

Last night we went out in Clapham on what Jo has dubbed "operation find Sally a husband". After meeting some of Jo's friends (who are all really lovely and fun), I had a blast just chatting with them in the corner of a random pub. All night, however, the only man I spoke to was my bartender, so I wasn't really doing my duty in the operation. On my way out though, I did get stopped by an interesting Irish fellow! #stillgotit

#drunknotinlove

I think that's all my poor weary head can think of telling you at the moment. I've yet another audition tomorrow and if all goes well, I'll be attending a dance class, a museum and Les Miserables so yeah, better rest and recover in an evening! Drinking rooibos and thinking of you all fondly.

Sally