Urrrgh, el depresso in London. Talk about feeling like a fish out of water. I only have one pair of pants that aren't even warm and a cardigan, I'm freezing my butt off. Get. Me. OUT of here. I want to be sitting on the side of a bangka in my bikini with my feet in the water and the sun on my back and a San Miguel in my hand on my way to the next island with a lunch of grilled seafood on it's way. THAT is the life. This is no way to live. No no no. Nooooo nonononono.
I feel genuinely depressed.
It's not funny.
