Weekdays Are Secretly Actually Quite Boring

I know! Even in London!

I’m currently living north of the city. Sadly, I work south of the city. So, every day I commute about an hour and twenty minutes (giving time to get a skinny venti vanilla latte with a double shot from the Starbucks in Clapham Common) to get to work. This is awesome, because I finished Jodi Picoult’s ‘Nineteen Minutes’ and Sonic Rush on my DS. But it’s less awesome, because I get up at 6:30am, and I get home at 8:30pm. So I will have to show you a photo from earlier last week, when me and my roomie bi-hatches were getting the tube home from having £1 beers! Awesome!

Until next time, when I have more (read: some actual) awesomeness to share.