Today.

When I woke up today after my not so hot sleep (there was what seemed to be a kicking lawn mower in the bunch beneath me) I felt dreadfully alone and lost and I wanted to be be home, instantly. The feeling lingered through breakfast and my brief writing season in the commons room. I had enough of it, grabbed my coat, some money and the may mix from Clair and headed out for a walk. This city is always busy. I worked my way around what seemed to be a residential area, it's really hard to tell, it's the whole city is pretty much a mish mash of houses, shops, churches and industry. I went to the writers museum and saw some neat stuff, a couple buildings down was the dublin city gallery, which had some nice stuff and an exhibit of francois bacon's ( I think that was his name) studio. It was insane, and in many ways reminded me of the graphic arts room, which I'm not sure is a good thing because bacon himself described his studio as utter chaos. Or maybe leblonde really knew what he was doing. I'm surprised I made my way back to the area of my hostel, I was pretty lost, but I managed. I'm not sure what the rest of the day will bring, but the abbey is putting on julies caeser, and that sounds like a nice way to spend a night. I just need to find this abbey place and hopefully get tickets. The rain has lightened stopped so I'll probably be going out soon, hopefully to get some food. The odd thing is that I rarely feel like I need to eat, which isn't a good thing, I'm afraid I'll end up all malnourished and what not. I have some pictures! Hope you enjoy them. Please leave comments! It lets me know you still love me and that I'm not all alone!

Smoking AND Hamlet kill.


the Isaac Butt...what a wonderful name for a pub.

It's all guiness, everywhere....I'm drowning in it and I haven't had a drop.

I don't know...it just made me happy.

The steering wheel! It's on the right side.