I'm in Oxford, where I live what I fondly imagine is a decadent, bohemian life. I first wrote that when I started my journal in 2001 and it's still true today. The life may be objectively less decadent, but I feel luckier to be living it so I guess that cancels out. With any luck, I can keep this up.
I suffer from Effort Deficit Disorder. I should probably be doing something else. But that's part of the fun, right?