I am rapidly vacillating between "18 days is no time at all!" and "18 days is FOREVER!" I think it's probably the former, but I'm having a hard time convincing myself of that.

I posted a bunch of sickeningly adorable photos from Tony's visit to facebook. My aunt sent me a message suggesting that these would be "too much" for my dad. He had already ( Read more... )

I am SUPER feeling this right now:

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For some reason, even though Cork Airport opened at 4am this morning, their planes could make it everywhere but fucking Heathrow. So instead of being curled up with Tony right now (in which case I would not be writing this), I am splayed out in my pillow nest waiting until 7:40 to go pick him up.

A whole day gone.

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And it has been HOW LONG since I last posted?

I bet you thought I had DIED.

No, I was just ambling all over Ireland with my dad, all the time wanting DESPERATELY to go back to my apartment in Cork.

Well, I had some fun, yes. But after the odyssey that was the Choral Soc trip, I didn't need another week of travel. But I got it anyway, so I used it. Saw ( Read more... )

 In two hours and forty five minutes, I will be seeing Amanda Fucking Palmer in London. Neil Gaiman is signing with her afterwards ( Read more... )

i am alone in London... trying to find a place to sleep. This seemed very simple when I was surrounded by loving choralers. Now that I'm solo, and freezing, running on 1.5 hours sleep, and starving to death, it's not so much. I have phone numbers to call, and plan on doing it in a moment or two ( Read more... )

Ambling around Europe. In Milan, out of Verona and Bardolino this morning. Tomorrow, to Paris!

There will be an EPIC blog about this... after I have found my way back to Cork.

Aristede Makricosta!

I don't know who or what this character is yet, but I know I REALLY enjoy saying their name.

Oh muses and capricious spirits of writing, grant me a story and character worthy of this brilliant, luscious, mellifluous name.

One of my friends is very eager for me to play FF with him this summer, and demanded to know what my character ( Read more... )

The National was today. I didn't remember until I was at Tesco, and one of the TVs was running the pre-race stuff. I scurried home, thinking post time must be five.

Wrong. They must rush through their pre-race stuff, because they were already at The Chair when I turned on our temperamental television. So I missed the first 14 jumps. But there was a ( Read more... )

What I learned this morning:

Do not click on Mike Arnzen's links to movie trailers, especially if you don't actually like horror films.

Here follows: pissing and moaning and hormones ( Read more... )