EXPLANATION
Writing about my UK trip all shuffled in with my regular blog shit was getting too confusing for me, plus I just got access to all the trip photos that I wanted to include along the way but people don't look at the old entries so much as the new entries, so I feared they'd all be lost. Lost, I tell you. Anyway, even if you read the shit all along, I've added

SHIT, both story and pictures, as I've remembered things and put them in a more proper order. All dates are when things occurred, not necessarily when I wrote them. If anybody knows how to make it so these entries start with the oldest instead of the newest, that'd be nice, but I figure my friends are smart enough to figure it out, even if it is backwards and weird. And if you are not my friend, what the fuck do you care about my vacation? Fucking weirdo.
That is all. I love comments, but not as much as I love you*.
*And by "you" I mean "Crunchie Bars."
Epilogue
Never found my wallet. My mom thinks it may have been pick-pocketed while I was calling the cab, since she saw some guy go to the phone next to me but not make a call, and I was pretty out of it by that point. No charges to my credit cards or anything and no one's stolen my identity yet, so all that's good. I still haven't completely unpacked, mostly since what's still in my backpack is all dirty laundry so I've just been avoiding it. I feel like I should say something pithy about the whole UK trip experience, but I can't think of anything particularly conclusive, so I'll just shut up and be done.
The end.