We had ourselves some hangover burgers and cigarettes, and then went for a walk to Oxford Street to get Shonagh's phone fixed up. After that, we picked up our bags from the hostel and made our way back to King's Cross to catch the train home. We played some card games, and I wrote postcards to everyone at home.
I took my cab to Grassmarket and picked up a pizza for dinner. I could barely keep my eyes open to eat it. Another zonk-out sleep.
Overall, it was the best trip. I know that I need to spend a significant portion of my young life in London-- it is the city for me. I just hope that someday, somehow it works out. Regardless, I can't wait to go back at the end of March!