Walking After You.

Couldn't sleep a wink last night. Basically lay in bed for four and a half hours, tossing and turning. Despite being extremely exhausted by the night's pursuits (dinner and partying). :(

So here I am in London with Yi and S, and I am extremely extremely drained. And my right knee has become swollen and painful again, thanks to the major luggage lift today up Yi's 7 flights of stairs. Thank goodness they were there to help me, don't know how I'd have survived otherwise. But nonetheless hurt my knee when I came down from the bus hauling the bigger luggage. Ouch.

We had so-so Spanish food for dinner, and ordered portions sufficient for six instead of three. Guilt-ridden, but extremely stuffed, we left the place somewhat unsatisfied. Booh.

Off to Paris tomorrow. Let's hope it'll all be better, and my appetite and sleep will resume to normal after meeting Marc.

I want to feel good again.