Great.
I have 10:55 left to write something with my 'Virtually Free' WiFi access, here at Benugo's, Great Portland Street. But what am I doing here anyway? Wasn't there some party going on in Utrecht, or shouldn't I be on a bus towards Austria?
Thing is, there is a party going down in Utrecht, but not yet, and I will be on a bus towards Austria, which still blows my mind. But for now, I believe the more distant future to be a bigger concern than soon-to-be recent awesomeness. I'm speaking of that post-graduation stuff I mentioned earlier when I was in San Diego, the scary part of life when you try to stop being a fullgrown baby.
I'm in London for many reasons, but first and foremost, I'm checking out King's College. The Masters program they offer is literally off the chain (though I doubt King's Scholars would refer to it as such) and the city itself is Amsterdam squared, so who am I kidding?
Tonight's the last night in town, flying back to the low lands tomorrow afternoon. Revolution, the Roxy, and madness in Bethnal Green. Hopefully to be continued from September onwards :)
