(You know you’re me when those directions are to a grocery store.)
2. Make sure you check that the freezer compartment in your hotel room’s microfridge is working properly before you buy a pint of ice cream, otherwise you’ll end up eating ice cream soup for dessert. Not that that’s necessarily a bad thing, but still. You might want to check anyway.
3. Watching multiple Broadway/musical/dance productions within the space of three weeks is likely to affect one’s sense of reality. I seem to have decided that it is normal to start singing quite loudly as I walk around in public.
I’m hoping the people near me at such times think “charming ingenue” rather than “oddball tourist”. It’s a distant hope, but it’s hope.
4. I’m still in shock about the number of people who don’t wash their hands after using hostel bathrooms. I blame them all, collectively, for my current state of being slightly under-the-weather.
On the plus side, being away from said hostel and instead residing in a Charleston hotel means I can plan for tomorrow to consist entirely of me, a large bed, cable tv, iPod, and convalescing. It could be worse. Particularly as I also have Cold Comfort Farm, a Janet Evanovich novel, and Bleak House to keep me company.
5. Last but not least, Happy New Year in 7 hours time to my Southern Hemisphere readers! Be good, all of you.