It's raining. I wonder how many of these posts have started off with that statement? Currently, I'm waiting for it to go away so I can walk to the shop and pick up a few groceries. It's been a ridiculously busy few weeks for me where I have done nothing resembling work and tried my best to appear adventurous. More detail on my travels will follow soon, but for the past couple weeks I've been to Italy (where I stayed an extra day due to my inability to read a plane ticket) and up to Belfast and then the Giant's Causeway, where the map assures me I was at the northern tip of the country.
Now it's time to buckle down. My portfolio isn't going to write itself. Today I'm heading up to Spiddal for my friend Yvonne's 30th birthday party and tomorrow my work begins in earnest. It's amazing the little things you remember you HAVE to finish before you begin real work. Equally amazing is the amount of tea you will consume because taking that extra few minutes provides a distraction sorely needed. Have you ever noticed how many songs are about rain? Tons. Taylor Swift in particular is obsessed with rain. And fireworks. Maybe I just listen to her too much. Or maybe it's because when it's sunny outside no one in their right mind would sit inside and write songs about it being sunny, they would be out enjoying.
Obama will be in Moneygall on Monday! As with the Queen, even attempting to catch a glimpse of him will be impossible. Instead, I'm going to make cornbread and watch his walkabout on t.v. with my friend Orla. I know this update is a bit brief, but I just wanted to assure you all I'm still alive and I still have my Italian tan though Ireland is doing it's best to pretend it doesn't exist. For now, I'm off to fold laundry and drink more tea!
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