Hey guess what everyone, I totally made a really mature, grown-up decision tonight and I'm really proud of myself! It wasn't based on a song or anything, it was all me!
So as it's officially my last day in London. I'm kind of scared, I've grown sort of attached to this city in the last two weeks (it crept up on me...such bad timing). I spent tonight sitting on a rooftop with my wifey, drinking and eating marshmallows and chocolate cornflakes and having the sort of profound, philosophical conversations that evening rooftop excursions require. I got a little overwhelmed though, thinking it was coming to an end. But then it got cold, and the neighbor on the next roof was coughing up an organ, so we went inside and she made me special Guatemalan potatoes (hooo my god) while we watched Sex and the City.
So much better than the night I had planned.
So, in summation, potatoes and roofs are good.
Morning embassy visitors that require you to move from room to room looking for a place to curl into a ball and sleep are bad.