I slept till around eleven thirty today or, at least, I stayed in bed that long. I did a little straightening around my room and tossed some rubbish. I wandered into Dalkeith and decided to get on a bus. I got off in Edinburgh and wandered around High Street and the Royal mile. I walked over by Princes street and went into the Royal Scottish gallery and looked at all the pretty paintings. They had this one called quarrel of Titiana and Oberon. Apparently it has no less than one hundred and sixty five fairies. I also found a store with those sock knife things you wear with a kilt. I don't know how to spell it but it's pronounced skeen doo. There was a guy in the middle of the street in nothing but his underwear hiding behing a "free sex" sign. I think he was a performer. I saw him before he was naked squirting folks with a water gun.
After that I caught another bus and headed back to Dalkeith. I had some pizza a couple cans of diet Irn Bru. Then I put some laundry in the wash and settled in to watch the finale of Torchwood. It was awesome! The ending was so sad. So far in the course of a week Captian Jack has been shot and killed, blown up, buried in concrete, dropped off a cliff, had his family held hostage, his B.F. Ianto killed, and he was forced to kill his own grandson to save the planet. (You have to realize of course that Jack can't die. He's like immortal.) I just felt like crying at the end. What a way to end the evening. I didn't take any pictures today. The nearly naked guy was ugly so you should be thanking me for leaving my camera in my room.
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