Well, I'm alive, wonderfully unhungover, and not too jetlagged. Plane trips were... fun. Nothing special.
When I got here, Ghani and Kara and Georgette met me and we went out to a pub for some fish and chips (YUM!) and then to Ghani's (still dark and dripping) flat to get ready to meet the boys for drinking at the student union for some cheaper beer (price, not quality) and toasting my sucessful gain of unemployment. Talked to a guy about the business for a long time, and they decided my optimism and enthusiasm was great.
Left to go to a club called Snatch (I can't believe we went to a club called Snatch.) and became dancing fools with £1 drinks. I was happy about the weightlifting, since I could drop it like it's hot often and well. Then around the town looking for an open chippie (they'd all closed early, fuckers.) Ended up with macaroni cheese from a gas station to cook at Dave's.

Must say, spooning with your best friend is a great way to end an evening of drinking, dancing, and talking.