Ugh. This has not been a good weekend. It started off nicely enough with a sweet concert by She & Him, but the gig after that, a DJ set by DJ Yoda at East Village, wasn't too good. The music was great, but constantly having my face hit by other people while on the rammed dance floor (because I'm shorter, not because I was deliberately being targeted... I hope) wasn't fun.

And today? Never mind the cold weather and the slight feelings of loneliness and homesickness. The ceiling of my flat just started dripping an hour ago, and the resident of the flat directly above me isn't in. Given I want to go off on a day-trip tomorrow, this does not bode well.

DAMN IT.