I'm not returning to London…

I’m not returning to London tonight. Sod it. Take that, London. One in the eye for you, and no mistake. Ha. I’m going to spend the evening waiting for the Messiah instead. I mean, Jesus. You wait all weekend for your Lord to rise, and instead you’re left stuck in front of My Best Friend’s Wedding trying not to think about your life. I’ll go back tomorrow. Fuck it.