Having what could be described as the biggest, most important exam of my life tomorrow sucks hard enough.

Having it during Fresher's Week is borderline inhumane.

To boot, Ken Livingstone's hard-core campaign to bring tourists back to post-terrorist-attacked London appears to be happening on my doorstep this very night. This also is the opposite of quiet.





(Still, after all my bitching about the view, kinda cool huh??)