Big boss man, known to some of us as 'First Name First Name', wants to know when I'll be back to work?
Says I, for the 143rd time, it'll be September 29th and not a minute sooner.
While one part of me glories in the fact that I don't have to work for another month, another is getting very strange and lonely indeed.
As you probably gathered from my day-in-the-life style blog, it's a bit of a drag when all you have to do for amusement is go to the shop for XXX mints and watch television. One would think that I'd be taking this opportunity to seize this Dublin town anew and get rightly rubbered with whoever's about on any given day, but this isn't the case.
I feel isolated and anti-social today. I did yesterday too, and hope I don't tomorrow. I don't want to do anything, yet I don't want to not do anything, if you follow.
In my countless cups of tea and coffee I think back to my trip, how I relished the thoughts of it a few short months ago. I think of how I failed, even though it was sickness that stopped it earlier, much earlier, than anticipated.
It's left me with all this time to kill, and think, and be a little bit sad at things that should have happened but didn't.
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I fell in love today, just briefly. It was with a waitress who paid me a little bit too much attention in Aya.
I wanted to tell her about my writing block, and ask her for five words on a sheet of paper, but gave her a slightly larger tip than she deserved instead.