London is officially busy. I no like. In comparison Glasgow (or more specifically Govan) is haven of peace and quiet... and that's just wrong!

Anyway, despite being stressed out by the crowds, by the work in the museum (which wasn't exactly as successful as we might have hoped), by the staying in a hostel with a whole load of strangers, I did manage to write something. A pathetically angsty thing called Inspirational Dark.... I mean, sheesh, just the title... Ugh. I blame London. It's not as bad as I remember it to be (or maybe it's just because Kensington is a comparatively pleasant place) but it still effects me without me even noticing.

So yeah, I'm glad to be back... to a stupid PC that failed the day I was leaving and I spent a good 8 hours or so fixing it when I got back. The registry got corrupted so despite the fact that all the files are still there, it doesn't actually recognise stuff is installed until I reinstall it. So no Photoshop until I can get one of my parents to bring the CD up. And therefore no art. Course I could use paper and pencil, but that rarely ends well. Oh the glory that is the 'undo' button.