Friday
I really miss Kimberlee. A lot.
Thursday
You know it’s cold when, in the morning, you try to get dressed while still in bed so as not to expose any more of you than is necessary to the air. Freezing here up on the lane. Just like when we moved in.
Take a pee outside, you’ve got to snap it off when you’re done.
Wednesday
Back in Letterkenny, got my back pay for when I was on holiday, paid the electricity bill, paid the phone bill, paid the rent, got the shopping and put a deposit on a graphic novel based on the stories of H. P. Lovecraft.
Today has been productive, but my Jesus am I tired.
The beginning…ness of December
Well then, here we are now nearing the end of this 365 project, only 30 days to go after today, and that’ll be a picture of me posted every day this year. Now I know I missed a few days, but those were filled, so I feel ok in having less than 365 daily pictures.
I’ll write up a summary of the year, which I’ll try to post before New Year’s. Might post it on New Year’s Day though.
The finality of Novembner
Heh. Novembner.
It’s been a hell of a month. Didn’t participate in NaNoWriMo this year, maybe next year. Visited the woman I love and spent two wonderful weeks with her. And now December starts, and that means Christmas. And New Year’s.
Oh boy am I gonna be hammered.
Sunday
No more itch. And besides, it’s the first shower I’ve had since I got back. Needed to wash the smell of travel off me. Feels good.
Saturday
Back at Mema’s. It’s a totally different type of home cooking. Familiar, warm, with a glass of Irish milk. It’s nice to be home. It sucked to leave.
Friday
My sister took a picture of me on her camera. We were hanging out, drinking some beer and I was saying things like “gas station” and “Laundry”
The picture is on the other computer, I’ll upload it tomorrow.
Edit: There we go. I really should rely on sober, plentiful pictures that I take myself for the 365.
Oh wow. Only a month away from being finished.
Home
I’m back. After 10 hours of transcontinental flight, a quick beer and two cigarettes in Amsterdam, an hour to Dublin and several hours back to Letterkenny… I’m sitting in my chair.
I’m so amazingly tired. I shall update when possible. I need a day or two to not experience any stimulus. Darkness… home cooking… drum tobacco…
Thursday
Oh I am bringing this card every time I travel. Four plane rides, three of them with nobody sitting beside me. Nine of Spades. Lucky travelling card.
This one is on the plane from LAX to Schiphol airport in Amsterdam. Sun went down after we took off, came up before we landed. Apparently I can’t sleep on planes.