this all smells like shit if every anything did
So, I'm home in ol' San Anto. I'm tired, I smell bad, it's hot out, and I've now been wearing the same clothes for 20 hours. I have giant red marks on my hands from where I was carrying my suitcases.
These, however, are not even the least of my problems.
I am so very sad about leaving Adam's and Ireland (but mostly Adam's) that I don't even know how to say or feel it. I'm just sort of empty. The travel and the tiredness means I'm a bit numb at the moment, but I'm sure as of waking up tomorrow I'll be quite in the full swing of being very nearly absolutely depressed.
What if I never see them again? The people at Adam's I mean. They baked me a cake. And got me a card. And we all ate cake and talked about crazy people for my last 30 minutes of work. Then we went to the pub and got drinks. I ended up going to a comedy festival or free with Aoife and her friend Ruth after that, and then we went out to another pub again. I didn't have to buy a single drink.
Mostly, I just love them all. They're all smart and friendly and engaging and welcoming and it sort of breaks my heart to leave them. Not just sort of. Empty. They have all been so inexpressibly lovely to me.
And so, warning, I will be in mope mode for probably quite awhile. And I have more to say on the whole subject, but I don't feel like subjecting any readers to that quite yet.
VERY IMPORTANT: if ANYONE breathes another word about the Dark Knight before mid-week, I will personally curse them to see only crap movies for the rest of their lives. The cinema was just too damn expensive in Dublin, and now I have to convince someone here to go with me. NOT A WORD.
These, however, are not even the least of my problems.
I am so very sad about leaving Adam's and Ireland (but mostly Adam's) that I don't even know how to say or feel it. I'm just sort of empty. The travel and the tiredness means I'm a bit numb at the moment, but I'm sure as of waking up tomorrow I'll be quite in the full swing of being very nearly absolutely depressed.
What if I never see them again? The people at Adam's I mean. They baked me a cake. And got me a card. And we all ate cake and talked about crazy people for my last 30 minutes of work. Then we went to the pub and got drinks. I ended up going to a comedy festival or free with Aoife and her friend Ruth after that, and then we went out to another pub again. I didn't have to buy a single drink.
Mostly, I just love them all. They're all smart and friendly and engaging and welcoming and it sort of breaks my heart to leave them. Not just sort of. Empty. They have all been so inexpressibly lovely to me.
And so, warning, I will be in mope mode for probably quite awhile. And I have more to say on the whole subject, but I don't feel like subjecting any readers to that quite yet.
VERY IMPORTANT: if ANYONE breathes another word about the Dark Knight before mid-week, I will personally curse them to see only crap movies for the rest of their lives. The cinema was just too damn expensive in Dublin, and now I have to convince someone here to go with me. NOT A WORD.