Okay, so the picture of Covent Garden isn't mine, and it certainly isn't the most representative, but somehow just browsing at these stalls seems to capture the entire meaning of Sundays walks in Covent Garden: consumerism tendencies and a hell of a lot of people and performs screaming. It was a good day. Kind of productive and kind of distracting. Me and E. had coffee and fun. Tomorrow I start work. I've never really worked before, apart from that DJ thing me and K. did for a couple of months. This is real. This is real. I keep telling myself it's real. Let's see how real.
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