Living in a hostel that doesn't have a kitchen is rubbish. I've been living on sushi, sandwiches and tonight I'm eating tortilla chips & fruit because I can't even get a spoon for my soup! With that being said, it really hasn't been too bad, I suppose, but dinner time is frustrating, trying to get something that won't cost £10 and doesn't require any cooking or utensils to prepare. This hostel is nice but not much around in the way of food places. Perhaps I'm fussy this week.
But I'm returning to Russ's tomorrow night, and that makes me smile.
Tomorrow is the year anniversary of the London bombings; it makes me feel sad. A tiny bit worried about being on the tube during peak hour tomorrow morning, but only marginally more worried than normal. I try not to think about it, I guess you can't, really. But it just makes me sad.
I guess I'm mixed up about a lot of things at the moment, really.