Cravings and such

I feel strange. Restless. I want to do something, I don't know what.
Oh, screw that, I want to go to London. Not having been there since January is making me itch, and knowing I won't go until August makes me itch even more. And that reminds me, I still haven't booked my tickets or checked the room availability at the church. Must do so.

I really should have the Saturday night open to have dinner with the family, but doing so means I will only be able to see one show. Which should logically be Avenue Q - I have to see it, have to, if only to see the puppet sex in real life and actually hear The Internet Is For Porn live. But I'm really, really craving a Blood Brothers fix as well, not to mention getting a cough (a *proper* cough, and not just a sporadic one). Not craving a We WIll Rock You fix in the least, though, even though it'd be nice to see Peter again. So, will it be Avenue Q or Blood Brothers? Or do I blow my family off to see both?
I can't do that, not when they're the reason I'm going.

(Problem solved: Ryan Air had changed their prices so that I could go from Thursday to Sunday! That means I'll have two nights free to spend on theatre, and still be able to spend Saturday night with the family. And the Seamen's Church had available beds - everything works out quite nicely. )

My Gilmore girls are really annoying me at the moment. What happened to their spines? Why did ASP turn Luke into Pod!Luke? And why won't Logan go away?
On the bright side, tonight is Jess night! Woo! I expect my fellow passengers on the Jess train will bring me news and daisies tomorrow... Looking forward to that; it's been another one of my cravings for a while.

9 weeks until Barcelona. The countdown continues.

-- Update --

Why won't they stop this nerve-wrecking drilling?! Don't they realise some people are trying to study?! It woke me up at half seven this morning and has countinued more or less constantly for hours. It's driving me crazy, I can't focus on anything. If my analysis turns out like crap I'm blaming them.
Seriously, it's making me want to chew my fingers off just to distract myself.