(or so the story goes)

I spent the day walking around London, retracing my drunken steps from the night before and trying to track down my lost belongings. This has been one of those weekends that seriously makes me wonder what the fuck I did to get so much bad karma. Did I inadvertently offend the universe in some horrendous fashion? Or is it just the cruel randomness of the universe?

But all of this bad luck is not unbearable. Bad things happen. I cry a bit and move on.

When you are me, however, bad things tend to morph into sad things. And those don't go away, the things that have you sitting awake at 1:16 AM listening to Bon Iver's For Emma, Forever Ago.

I should be writing my essay but I can't even write a thoughtful blog post at the moment. All I can think about is my mother telling me that I shouldn't have come to England.