I'm sleeping on the floor because my mother didn't do research on the hotel she was booking. Woke up from a nap with a wicked crick in my lower back. My little brother is pissed too, but unlike me he won't keep his mouth shut about it, so now we're butting heads. Also, London seems to be a distillation of everything wrong with people. Will hopefully get drunk and find somebody who's inclined to smile tonight.