Dr. Pepper

So for those of you who know me well you know that I have a little problem with Diet Dr. Pepper. Or you might say its a big problem I guess its all perspective. Anyway low and behold Diet Dr. Pepper doesn’t exist in London. In fact there isn’t much other than Coke and Fanta here at all. But if you try hard enough you can come close. Cue Dr Pepper Zero. Now its not quite the same but for someone with as big a problem as I have it does the job....if you know what I mean. So anyway, to date we had just utilized grocery delivery, which by the way is awesome, and they would just drop it off at the door. But on this fateful night there was no back up bottle in the pantry and no grocery delivery at the door. No problem I thought, I will just go two blocks down the street to the Tesco Express. Now Tesco is like the Homeland of back home. Not the best prices or products but it not horrible. So because nobody has a car every few blocks they have a Tesco Express or a Tesco Metro, which are much smaller and really just meant to get you through the night. Well this night the Tesco Express didn’t do its job and they had no Dr. Pepper Zero. Well since I was already in withdrawal and I had to have it we set off to the real Tesco. Its probably close to a mile from the flat but we were already out so what the hell. Long story short they were having a sale like 4 for the price of 3 on Dr. Pepper products and cartons of juice. Well not to miss a sale I had to cash in on the bargain and we loaded up our 4 two liters and 4 litres of juice. Now I had fully planned on getting two or three bottles of DPZ (you like the sound of that don’t you?) so I had my super packin’ sack. Its from the Home Depot, my mom got it for me for Christmas like two years ago. I swear the thing is like Mary Poppins travel bag. Its amazing how much stuff you can jam into the thing and it never seems to get full. Well it now weighed what seemed like fifty pounds and only has normal handles. I felt like a Sherpa or some sort of pack mule hauling it home while Kristen skipped down the road whistling away without a care in the world. Ok that part I exaggerated a bit but you get the idea. So a mile later I had developed a strange twinge down my left side which I was sure was a heart attack, and my right hand had turned into some sort of rock or claw from gripping the bag so tight. Took me an hour and half a bottle of DPZ to get to feeling alright afterwards, but eventually everything was all good.

Wore two shirts and two pairs of pants in bed last night. Not because it is so cold during the night, but because if you walk out of the bedroom in the morning not dressed enough you get frostbite on your extremities.

TV got hooked up yesterday, its awesome. Lots of cycling on TV here. Seems to be nothing censored after like 9 o’clock at night. I won’t get into the details but the documentary was far more descriptive than I ever wanted to see.

I tried to start reading a book on the train and shuttle bus this week to kill the time. Operative word there is tried. I apparently get a little motion sick on the shuttle bus. Got all the way to that hot, sweaty, mouth watering point right before you yack today. Needless to say book reading is not on the agenda next week.