At least I get to see Bob Dylan play.

I swear this man has changed my life. He won the Pulitzer Prize for his music!
I have floor tickets, am going alone (a first!), am taking a bus to Cardiff and now have even more of an excuse to drench myself in his albums.

Currently on one of his best: Another Side of Bob Dylan.

It is 6:24 in London and I can't sleep. I wrote a 26 page paper that I am pretty happy with, must print it out and I WILL PICK UP MY EXAM TIME TABLE HARRY. I promise. I want salmon salad or chicken from the Curve but will settle for buying new pasta sauce at Budgens as Noelle is visiting this weekend and I know no one will bring ingredients for Mexican fiesta, and I know I am going to overspend.

Good thing I found out UCI was keeping 3,435 from me. THANKS GUYS. That IOP guy is useless. Next year my resolution will be to be less bitter.

I think it's the lack of sleep, really.

Also, Wicked is overrated. I should have gone to see Les Misérables. Whatevs, a week from now, I will be in Morocco. I am a very lucky girl and my parents/brother rule at life.

and why is drycleaning so expensive?

Lastly, recommendation: DO NOT LIVE OFF OF RED BULL FOR 3 DAYS STRAIGHT.