Well, British Airways finally delivered my luggage. Which is cool... relatively fast. Only problem is that half the shit I ought (and even worse, one Christina bought for me) is broke. I don't blame the airlines because I expect baggage to be handled roughly, but the packing job wasn't the best... I should've watched my mom more closely when she did it. (She volunteered, and I just assumed she'd be better at it than I).
This is pissing me off more than I would've expected...
fucking hell...