I know I've been terrible about updating this lately.

Anyway, I'm still working as a contractor at the same place I was, and although I haven't gotten paid yet, I at least know that I've made enough to pay my rent for a while.

On Saturday, I met up with Liz (http://www.whereisliz.com) and we shopped around Camden for a while, and then went to the city centre to march in the war protests. Lots and lots of people there. In the middle of our march, I looked up and noticed that we were just outside of Fortnum and Mason, so we left the protest and bought a box of truffles before re-joining the protest march.

Finally, we ended up at Hyde Park, and ogled all of the other protesters. Eventually decided we'd had enough, and went home.

Yesterday, the two of us hopped on a train to go on a day trip to Brussels, which was a seriously amazing trip. I really didn't anticipate being blown away by the beauty of the city, but it was unreal. One of those things where you turn a corner and then suddenly have goosebumps on your arms because you've come across something amazing.

Er, of course, we bought more truffles. And had waffles. And other food. I'm telling you, I’ve done nothing but eat for two days. The motion sickness drugs I take make me starving. They also occasionally go "bad", and then one of my eyes dilates and I look like David Bowie. Yes, on this occasion, the patch was bad, and so I did, in fact, resemble David Bowie. Now things have settled a bit, and my eyes aren't quite as dilated. They're still dilated, and now they're even. So instead of looking like David Bowie, I look like your average stoned person. Which of course is exactly the look you want to go for when passing through customs.

I didn't get arrested, which is nice, and now I have my passport stamped, and am somewhat legal here!

The contract work I was hired to do, well, I've finished it. But the boss isn't around, so I have nobody to ask, "should I come in tomorrow?" of. So I guess unless they say differently, I'll just keep coming in.