Returning in Disgrace

I was going to write a really downtrodden sort of post, but not too downtrodden because things are great here. But isn't it wonderful when something fun and exciting happens and then you can just brush over the past? hehe I'll recap slightly only because you can get more tangential information from my friends/their blogs...if you bribe them enough...

So we went to see England lose the Rugby World Cup Saturday nigtht. To make a long story shorter, the three of us, we thought getting a 3rd pitcher might help their odds (we were already drinking two for the show). Instead, the second half of the game is a blur and I decide to help one of my friends make her way back to her dorm. We somehow manage to navigate a tube line being shut down and manage to make the detour. We eventually make it to Sidney-Webb but I am in no condition to go anywhere and so I crash for a night. As I said many times, you were too kind to let me be a vagrant. So the next day I sauntered out of the dorm, squinting as I roamed the streets for the bus stop. I can tell now Fall is coming along as the Sun was in that weird state where it is low in the sky and the shadows are long and the light is weak, yet it doesn't look like it is rising or setting or midday. So I found the bus and returned in disgrace back to High Holborn.

In better news, Ferrari's Kimi Raikkonnen managed by all odds to defeat McLaren's Lewis Hamilton (sorry Britain!) and Fernando Alonso to win the Driver's Championship. Wow what a race, one to remember for the ages indeed.

So thus ends a tragic story, reported 4 days too late. Oh yeah, I felt all tense and anxious last night for no reason. Now I guess you can say that's the end to the tragi-comedy (with details edited out because, who would expect me to do that?)

Next up, funnery in Londontown!