So I'm back in London, have been for some ten days or so. It's great, Devon was fun, but it's just not London.
So, why am I blogging? Simple. I've run out of other things to do to avoid filling in a job application form. I don't particularly have anything important or even interesting to say, but meh...
So whilst those I know who are still at uni are probably in the pub and already drunk by now, I'm sat at home alone, but you know what. I'm pleased. I could have gone back down for freshers week, but I'm gald I havn't. I need to move on. Get out. Exorcise the university demons if you will, and that is done. I'm not haunted here, not taunted by the social incest. Now, I'm quite willing to admit to being a misanthropist, but there is something great about being in London and walking past people from all over the world and not know them and be glad in the knowledge I will never see them again. Big City. Big Society. No more small town mentality. Fantastic.
Anyway, I won't be able to afford to live here if I don't get a job. So it's back to the application. Fun fun fun.
