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bloogh.

Bloogh. Don't feel so good. This is because I haven't eaten anything worth mentioning since yesterday afternoon (a bowl of ice cream does not count as dinner). Gonna go make pancakes or something nice for my poor worn-out hubby in a few minutes, though.

The dog was not out of water, though she drank so much cool fresh water when I got home that she didn't even want to finish her dinner. *laugh* Ted didn't get out of court until 5:30 or so, and didn't make it home til after midnight, I think (I was in bed by then), but the cop in the case was sympathetic and apparently got the judge to agree to a lesser charge than the one they were prosecuting him for in the first place, so he ended up with a €100 fine and all is well. We're glad about that.

The internet has spoken (although I did not consult dearinter.net), and everyone (including the to-be-abandoned husband) thinks the concert is worth going to. Ted, in fact, voted for the 'abandon husband for 72 hours & stay in Dublin to collect Geni' option, so I'm working on getting a ticket (an excellent one, in fact), will borrow keys to my sister's house from my parents, stay there Saturday and Sunday night (this will come as a surprise to her, as she's off learning Irish and step, or maybe set, dancing, and gets back sometime Sunday), and will collect Geni on Monday morning and haul her down to Cobh. :)

Oh oh oh! hawkwing_lb! Wanna get together for lunch or something on Sunday? I can bring you a copy of WINTER MOON and everything! I'll email you! :) Anybody else in Dublin I should meet up with?

I think I ended up with about 12 pages of handwritten book over the last two days. The train home last night was so hot and crowded I just stared out the window instead of trying to get anything done, 'cause I couldn't think, so I lost out on 3 hours of writing time there, but that's ok. I think 12 pages is about 3600 words, but finding out will be somewhat complicated, 'cause I don't expect to do a direct transcription, and I have no intention of counting them all. :) This, however, may be a method of writing I should consider for the summer months, because it means I can be outside in the merry sunshine *and* productive. It's not as fast as typing, but OTOH, if I'm actually willing to do it, that's much better than staring grumpily at the computer for hours on end. Plus paper->pixel transcription will end up with a solid second draft level of material, so yeah, this might work. Writing in the summertime is *hard*!

...hm. Don't feel as if today's going to be a day in which I'm going to get a lot of work done. I need to shop, and I'm thinking of going into Cork to get veggies, and I need to go to the bank to wire money. Huh. Well, I suppose we'll see what happens. :)

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Tags: concerts, daily life, writing
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