It's two-thirty, and I can't sleep. I've probably written a lot of journal entries when I couldn't sleep, and probably most of them were when I was upset or depressed. I'm not, now, I just can't sleep.
Draco has been asleep for a few hours. We're in Soho. We haven't been here in a long time. It's good to be back.
We went out to the pub down the street and had fish and chips. After spending all that time in America last winter (and early Spring), I've found that for all the Americans do that I like, one think I they can't do is make a decent batch of chips. So, I'm glad to be back in England, even more glad to be back in Soho. Well, Wales has good chips, too, but. Soho is good because it's Soho, and we like it here.
We're at Hazlitt's, like we usually do. We're staying in this room, but all the rooms here are really nice, so if our usual room isn't available we don't mind much.
Well. Like I said, Draco's sleeping. We had some Guinness at the pub--I'd never had it before, it tastes sort of like liquid bread--and then we went dancing at a place down the street, and came back, and had some wine. I think the wine made Draco sleepy, after a while, but I'm still awake. I just can't sleep, I guess. I really don't know why. It's not like there's anything bad happening. It's all actually good.
We went to Hogwarts on Sunday and had breakfast with Draco's mum. She told us she'd do what we'd asked her. That means that we'll...wow. We're really going to do ths. Draco and I got into a disagreement later, and it was my fault, but we settled it. We usually do, but I still hate arguing with him. Anyway, in the afternoon on Sunday we had lunch in Hogsmeade with Professor Sprout. She's going to come to the house next week and look at the garden. I'm a little nervous. I mean, she's an expert and all, and I'm just experimenting with seeds and plants and all.
I think that Draco's going to sleep for a while. I'm usually the one who sleeps. Sometimes he watches me. This time, I've been watching him. He looks like a little boy when he sleeps.
Draco's mum is watching Snoopy and Elysia while we're in London. We'll go back in a couple of days. As much as we love our holidays, we love our home more. And, anyway, it'll be time to plant the carrots and early broccoli. The potatoes and lettuces are already in and doing well. We're thinking of doing over the bedroom, if we can decide on a wall colour. I like burgundy, but Draco doesn't think its' a good colour for the bedroom.
Anyway, I should go to bed. I might sleep, after all, until Draco wakes me.
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