allow me to reiterate, once again, the fact that i hate sundays

so, i did go out last night.. i didn't really think i would, but i wasn't particularly tired and i was unbelievably bored, having spent the entire day by myself at my apartment, trying to get things in order.. and besides, i'm a sucker for an invitation. so i went out, had fun, met some new people, whatever.. came home, sat down on the couch, look to my left, and see a tiny little mouse standing by the wall under the kitchen table.. it eventually darted across the floor and ended up under or behind the couch. i guess it would have been worse if it was anything new, but i already dealt with mice at my old apartment and figured it was probably just a matter of time before they'd show up here... but... for the love of god.. why does that time have to be NOW!??!?!

i take full responsibility for my own actions and i freely admit that i was the one who was all excited at the prospect of being back in boston. i am also big on admitting my mistakes, and learning from them.. so -- and this is the only time i'm going to address the matter -- i made a mistake in leaving london. i should have figured out a way to stay, and i'm sure i could have, had i really put my mind to it. i would have met people as soon as i started school or work ... proper, british people, not shitty american college kids... anyway, i shouldn't have left. i shouldn't have left the last time, and i shouldn't have left this time, and next time, i won't.

that's it.

end of discussion.