Afternoon tea

Earlier this afternoon, I went to have tea and a girly chat with a friend (and fellow postgrad). We sometimes go to a local pub, which may sound a little counter intuitive, but they are probably the cheapest place around for decent-sized mugs of hot drinks. We bitched, mostly about work and men. I think it is safe to say that in different ways, we are somewhat disillusioned with both.

I felt better by the time I left, but mostly as Hannah always reminds me of the old cliche "however badly off you are, there's always someone worse."

I think this officially makes me a bad person.