Do
you evr get to the pnoit whree you cna’t dicsern the corrrect speling
for any wrod you tpye bc yuo’ve bene satring at a copmuter for amlost
10 hrous striahgt? It’s called SMFS: Severe Mind Fuck Syndrome. I has it. The remedy: sleep.
you ask? Ha, me too. I just can’t make myself do it. There’s always
something distracting me--the internet is an endless buffet of awesome.
almost become one of those nasty words that makes you cringe a little
as you say it, just because you know you can’t have it. Too—much—to—do.
Every time someone even mentions sleep, my eye twitches a little and I
shudder. I’ll sleep when I die (which might be sooner than expected..).
think I’ve spent about 50% of my time in Dublin on the bus, waiting for
the bus or getting lost on the wrong bus. Naptime? No way, dude! I’m
riding the bus today! Cool.
of these days I really will have to pull a Joey (from Friends, of
course) and just stand in the map to try to figure out where I am.
would now like to formally thank Dublin taxi drivers everywhere who
have saved my life numerous times in the past 3 weeks—except the one
that literally almost killed me.
other day I was trying to find this bar that I still can’t remember the
name of and I walked by my turn a couple times before I finally
admitted defeat and called one of my roommates, who all know that I
have absolutely no innate sense of direction. I probably wouldn’t ever
make it to work if I couldn’t tag along behind Jamie every morning. So
much for trying to hide that from everyone here. FAIL.
just so much to look at and so many people to watch that it’s hard to
pay attention. I’d much rather creep on unsuspecting citizens. It helps
me improve my street cred to look a little creepy, you know? Like I know what’s going on all the time, so don’t try to get anything past me.
I should probably get back to work now….hm.
Creep you later,
R.I.P. and love to M.J.
