Content, but running on four hours.
Tired and content, sitting in the Green Room (beautiful and calm, but owned by the chinese mafia) drinking tea and eating hummus. Most of my roommates and a few extraneous cousins got totally shitfaced at the Maddy last night. Vomiting and drunk-sitting ensued. I preferred to sit with Aaron and drink nice whiskey out of little glasses and watch Hotel Chevalier and talk about I am not sure what and pretend to smoke my empty pipe.

I did smoke my first cigarette since I moved when Franco, one of the cousins, lit up and then had to go take care of a sicky. It was beautiful. I am still quivering.

I finally got my room organised, with help from Ed. We moved a couch into the kitchen today and went through the tupperware and I think almost everything the asshole old tenants left behind is gone. I look forward to tonight, which I believe contains a french club pub night, followed by more drinking and the screening of Hercules.

So, I am adjusting. I am happy. Classes are good fun, huge and loud and chaotic and informative. (Important note: In my "Reading the Mystery Novel" class, there is a kid there solely to improve his own deduction skills. Not to read or anything, just to become more like Sherlock Holmes). The weather is truly strange but the world seems good.