Discrimination, Depression, and Happiness

Set the plot.
I'm drunk. It's 2:44 London time, 9:44 in New York.

It's been one week since we all arrived in the city. Homesick. That's terrible.
On the flip side, London is a great, great place.

Yesterday, Thursday, I tried to join the local YMCA on Gt. Russell Street. Apparently it is the world's first Y. Discrimination. Unknown to me at the time, the requirement for full-time student status in the UK is 15 credits. According to an employee staffed at the YMCA membership counter the requirement is 16cr. "I'm an international student from the U.S." That sentence must have been a mistake.
Some might say, does that make you realize what your government is doing to your image?
No.
I'll leave it at that.

I will say, most Londoners are quite nice.
Except those fucking scientologists on Tottenham.

Catamaran to Greenwich in 6 hr. Fuck.

British Culture p.3:
Don't take a bus very far you'll never get to your destination.
"Can I have sex with you?" - French man to female.
Buses don't mind running you over.
Ladies, don't catch a mini cab.
The Welsh don't like the English.
I'm fucking hungry.

Cheeri-o