Wow. One of those days where I can count the people I like on one hand. Though, fear not American compatriots, I mean people I like in the British Isles. I feel deliriously stressed/ emotionally unstable. A really fun combo. I wandered Soho after class and surprisingly found myself at Yog, a frozen yogurt place. Bright spot, I ran into some people in my program I like so my numbers drastically increased.

Then I wandered back to my place and dark thoughts took over again. I miss my native land, a lot. Which I think is okay, since I'm American and that's where most of my good memories are. I've pretty much decided I'm going to return home in August and begin my working life in America. Maybe I'll come back here one day, I don't know.

I also stopped by Waitrose and am baking cookies tonight. I'm also baking an absurdly healthy dinner, so that makes cookies okay right? I hope it's not awkward when people walk into my kitchen and see me covered in food, baking while crying. AWKWARD.

I need a vacation. BADLY.