I'm sitting in a Starbucks above Cornmarket Street in Oxford, watching herds of tourists roaming across the plains. Oxford is a rather pleasant place, although there are far too many people in orange backpacks right now. (They've gathered outside the Starbucks, and are chanting something...)

The exam yesterday went well, mainly because I was only required to answer five of the twelve questions, and naturally picked the easiest ones.

In other news, I'm becoming convinced there'sa conspiracy against me. Specificially, in pratically every public place I've visited since I got to LAX, I've seen at least one (and often two or more) iPod owners. I'm not quite sure what the iPod Conspiracy is up to, but I'm determined to find out.

And yes, I'm aware of Navi's condition, but there's nothing I can do about it. Perhaps she'll come back online on her own. If not, she'll have a vacation too, I suppose.