H'okay.

I'm not sure what was up with my posts earlier, it just wouldn't work, I'm at a cheaper, more realiable computer now though.

Okay, so I'm in Dublin, and I'm checked into my hostel which I think will work out well. I can't get into my room until 3, or 9 your time. I have something to eat, which was hard because I haven't had real food in quite some time. I would be sleeping now, but as I said I'm not in my room for another couple hours, after my hours is up here I'll probably go crash in the commons room and just vedge out, I am completely drained. I need a shower, hopefully those aren't out of order or something. I am going to buy some bread and orange juice and live off that for the rest of the day, for however long I'm awake.

It's dreary here, but there is no snow, so thats a plus, and everything is so green. Tomorrow I think I'm going to just walk around for a bunch and hopefully be able to find my way back before I get locked out. Today is a day of rest and recouperation. As I said, I am drained. I apologize if my words are a little scattered, but I'm basically just writting I'm thinking at the moment, and that is sleep, and some food. I think I'll be okay here, atleast for the week I'm in my hostel. I'm going to go to the zoo, it should be a wonderous time, and hopefully make it out to some castles. Dublin seems nice, but it's the little towns that draw my interest, I think I will take my cousin Ivan up on his offer and stay there for a week. Ballina sounds nice. I'm not sure if I'm still really hungry or my weak stomach digesting the fatty back bacon. Probably a little of both.

The people at the hostel seem really nice, at least the guy who checked me in, I don't think I'd get funny looks if I asked whats fun to do in Dublin, I'm pretty sure there are no shortages in that department. I'm basically just saying the same thing over and over, I apologize, just bear with me, this is the closest to contact I'm going to get with some of you and I'm trying to savour it, also, this makes me feel connected, universal, I wrote like 20 pages in my notebook on similar feelings.

The flights were terrible, all of them more cramped than the last, and all of them longer too. Waking up at 5 is alright, but waiting in airports for the same amount of time I'm in the air is a little annoying. 10 hours in airports, at least 10 in the air overall. Sleeping is an impossibility, it's too small and I' was afraid I'd end up missing one of the small morsels of food they gave me, and even they weren't enough. I managed to get at most 3 hours of sleep on the transatlantic flight, and less everywhere else, so over the past 2 days I've had around 7 hours of sleep, and none of those hours were good ones.

I have 40 minutes left, I don't think I'll spend them all with you, but I hope you feel some connection here, some reality, like you can see me, because it makes it that much easier to feel connected to you that way, which you is reading this I don't know, but it doesn't matter, you all are important to me and I hope I have some importance in your life aswell, otherwise reading this drivel would be a little trying, and I can imagine it is even if you do like me. Anyways.

In o'hare airport I decided I would listen to Neutral Milk Hotel for most of the flight specifically, I The Aeroplane Over The Sea, in hopes of unlocking some hidden meanings by listening to it in an aeroplane over the sea. Alas, I ended up listening to mixed cd's from Ryan and Clair, they provided the perfect level of melancholy required for my mood and situation. That is all for now, I'll be writting some e-mails and making some calls later on today. Check back often to see what's going on and see if I ever quell my rumbling stomach, it's getting a little painful.