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On a Scale from 0 to 3

On a scale from zero to three, with zero being best and three deserving adjectives like "abject" and "utter", this has been a 2 Tasty Kebab week.

Tasty Kebab is the kebab and chip stand next to the train station a few blocks from my hotel. It's not great food, but it's convenient and fast--rare qualities in London dining where dinner can easily last three or more hours. The number of times I'm forced to visit Tasty Kebab is in direct relation to how busy or chaotic my week has been. (By the way, avoid the fish and chips unless you like your fish with the scales still on. Ask Braeden and Emma about it some time.)

On the plus side, I was fully expecting this to be a 3 Tasty Kebab week. The fact that it stopped short at two is really rather positive.

On the other hand, even a 2 Tasty Kebab week has left me so exhausted that it is now 4:30 in the afternoon and I've only been awake for a hour. I should be rushing off to the museums before they close, but I have to do my laundry. The hotel will take care of it for me at the bargain basement price of $5 per item (meaning a pair of socks, a t-shirt, etc). At that price, it looks as though I'll be spending the afternoon at the launderette in Maida Vale as soon as I can round up a handful of 20p coins.

The treasures of London will just have to wait. I have chores to do.

Update | 10:25 AM (6:25 PM London)

It appears my chores will have to wait as well. The launderette was closed. I think I'll go buy another Tasty Kebab.
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