Interesting week.

Going to sleep monday night, calm day, nothing interesting happening. 3 hours later, I get back from a gay bar. Juuust as I was going to start getting ready to sleep, one slightly less than sober landlady knocked on my door. She and her friend Dean were going to party, since he was only going to be here for a while, and they dragged me with them. It was actually pretty cool, dancing, good music, no one had THAT much to drink, so for a night out, pretty calm.

I'm also getting used to the UK now - understanding the accent a bit, remembering they all drive on the wrong side here, setting up a bank account, national insurance number, and everything. Felt I'd moved in properly when I got into the bathroom, and someone had moved my toothbrush into the communal toothbrush cup. We share meals, walk the dogs, make jokes... It's good. Matt and Lisa are great people.

And yesterday, I had my final exam and mock call in our universal remote training, I'm all done with that part now. Only peripherals left, then I'm out on the floor, shooting troubles.

Today's been calm, gaming, making some food, until just now. Zeppelin, the massive Akita, was eating out of the trash, told him no, went in to grab whatever he was eating out of. Stupid move. He bit me, and now my right arm hurts like a son of a bitch. It'll be fine, but they're going to have to get rid of him for now, unfortunately. They're worried he'll do it again. Bit of a downer to the weekend. Hopefully I'll just end up with a cool scar and story, though.

I'mma go internet now, sleep tight and don't let the akitas bite!