Kde Je BlackGirl?

Hi folks,

BlackGirl is still around. Swamped with work. (Who isn't?) Testing out a potential romance. (He's Slovak.) But mainly grappling with a case of blogger's block or whatever the term may be. It's simply this: I'm not exactly the same person who started this blog some two years ago. But yet I feel that I'm still writing like her, focusing on the minute when my real world, personality, thoughts and passions are bigger. So, I'm not only looking for more time in my day, but also for creative rebirth/direction. Stay tuned.

To friends and readers: Thanks for still checking in. Throw me insights if you have them.

To the new BlackGirls in Prague who've left comments: Welcome! I'll be sure to respond soon and make arrangements for coffee.

Cauky!

Looks from London

I can't believe it's October. Where did time go? I want more hours in my day so I can attempt to have a life. My schedule has taken on a disquieting monotony—eat, sleep, work, eat, sleep, work, eat, sleep, work—and I haven't seen many of my friends in weeks. But I suspect that additional hours if they come will get cannibalized by? Sleep. Which is what I did the most of during my trip to London two weeks ago. And eating too. I'm back at that “number” that gets me all freaked out and eating soups and salads for a month. We all have that number.

Random shots from visit #5 to London:
BlackGirl & Squeaky, Westminster Abbey in background. Confident even when I'm dead wrong (sound like anyone we know, name rhymes with tush?), I insisted the clock tower was not Big Ben and tried convincing a passing local that the tower was elsewhere.
London Eye. Maybe next time.
I knew he wasn't allowed to move—or kick me.
Missed Borough Market on my last two trips. Not this time.... A fun way to spend a Saturday morning. I could have stayed for hours, but my wallet started to hurt.
I should eat more vegetables, but....
....fudge brownies will do just fine, thank you very much.
I am waiting, begging for someone to open a decent dim-sum spot in Prague. In the meantime, London will just have to do. Lunch at Pearl Liang.
Chrysanthemum bun. Yummy to eat even though I thought it looked like a nipple.
Getting myself to Buckingham Palace. Finally.