2002 all over again. At the halls of residence, waiting 1.5 hours for my laundry, and you can't really leave them on their own.

These days I've caught myself quite often wondering if doing another BA was such a good idea after all. British houses, exams, grades, being really poor. Well, guess these moments of doubt will clear once I settle down, and get to hit the books! Another week until I can get a library card...