Sorry I Forgot About You

Crap, recently I've lost the time or motivation to write any blogs about what I'm doing, what fictional people are doing, or otherwise. However, I did recently visit Paris so it's not all bad. I mean, not for me. You were probably sitting in front of your lonely computer screen refreshing this page begging for some new material to get you through your pathetic excuse for a life. I'm ashamed that those are the only people that read my blog. Ashamed of you.

This is my last week in London and it's a little hard to believe that in 7 days I'll be back home, complaining about having nothing to do and wishing I was somewhere else. I can't wait. I'm one 10-page paper and an absurdly expensive meal of fish and chips away from being done with the fastest four months of my life (besides the ones in early childhood that I don't remember), and I'm sure I'll want to reflect about it and shit sometime soon but right now I've got some more important things to get to so I'll get back to that later.

Until that gorgeously written reflection, I bid ye adieu.