Seven

As we enter into the final week, I am trying to be nothing but positive about London even though it's 40 degrees and I wore my winter coat to go to the store tonight. Cool. Literally.

(But just real quickly, to get it all out before the positivity train arrives: finals suck.)

Because even cut off a third of the way into it, this song is still so much better/more bearable than that stupid Barenaked Ladies crap about the same span of time.