I find myself in London, as I almost always am these weekends.
I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing here, as the nice person whose bed I inhabit on these weekends seems to be perpetually more interested in work, playstation, or vague attempts at tidying his room than in going out, socialising, etc. He seems to be eternally mired in work, and I can't really see how the playstation is doing anything other than distracting him so that he can kick himself about his lack of productivity later.
I can't really blame him for procrastinating and playing- we're poor, work is dull, and socialising is expensive.
The problem with my wanting to help with any work is that there's only one functioning computer. My laptop doesn't like the connection here, so I don't bother bringing it any more. And I don't know how to tidy someone else's room.
Dunno what I can do, really. Maybe play with my shiny new gauntlets, sketch, see if there's something to read.
If you get texts from me complaining of boredom and demanding we go to a pub, the above would be why.
Gods, it's cold here.