This is not a whiny post

I woke up at 6, with the usual feelings of doubt about being in England, about what I'm doing with my life. I wish I had some concrete skills, like making chairs for example, and could plunge head-first into them and work all the way to my death on only one passion. Instead, I have a History and English Literature degree, some Admin experience, some desire to learn - but from where? and from what?

If my apartment's lease was easily broken, I'd try to convince Kevin to move back to Canada. We could stay at his parent's farm until we figured out where we were going, or move straight to Toronto and get an apartment with lala_jones. I even thought about Winnipeg (being that I would already have a good friend there) but Kevin doesn't want to be too far from his family if he moves back to Canada.

Everything revolves around work, and work is nothing to shout about.

Kevin is still asleep, despite his alarm clock having rung 11 minutes ago. I should go wake him up.

Our phone bill came yesterday ---> for a month and a half we already owe 72 pounds! Holy shit, how did that happen? I hope it's not because of all these hours I've spent on the internet...