…and I’ve eaten too many chocolates and Cadbury Cake Bars and gingerbread cookies than I can manage. Yum, but really, yuck. The boys are in a meeting which means I have some time fairly alone to write, so write I shall. There’s a very interesting interview with Sebastian Junger and his press relationship with the military (he’s doing a panel tomorrow in BU Phototonics, and I’m really disappointed I can’t make it). Anyways, really cool stuff. If I ever had the guts, that’s what I would want to be doing as a journalist, just because the material you get is guaranteed to be fascinating, illuminating, life-changing. I feel like that kind of experience would really shake the life into me, and make everything (taste, smell, see) so much more stark, sharp, real–granting a sense of mortality I’ve been desperately trying to grab hold of despite my age and tendency towards the dramatic.

EDIT:
ANNDDDD just scored an interview with the Improper Bostonian!!! Here’s to heading back to Boston earlier than expected!

EDIT #2:
After work, I headed to Trafalgar Square to see the newly installed Christmas Tree! (Donated by Norway every year).

It was so pretty! But it was SO COLD. I couldn’t feel my fingertips or toes. Nonetheless, I decided to walk from Trafalgar down Whitehall to Parliament Square, where another Christmas Tree was set up inside the Parliament grounds. Then I went home and lazed around for a while before skipping off to O’Neill’s, where a night of drinking and dancing and craziness ensued (as always). Came back around 3am and felt thoroughly like a nutsy college kid.