Obviously, I decided that wasn't going to happen. I'm going to look for gortex when I go to the States, though.
Then I went to get my hair colored and while I swear I went in at 11 (i'm pretty sure i went in at 11:30, really) it was still after 1 when I got out, which ... just seemed like way too long. And it meant I couldn't drop off at Fota for an hour this afternoon and buy a year membership like I've been talking about doing since June. Not that I'd have wanted to anyway, it turned out, because I managed to remember to buy printer paper, which was too heavy to carry around. Eventually I transferred it and a bunch of other stuff into the (comparatively) cheap backpack (which was not really that cheap at all, except in comparison to the ones that cost 2x as much) I bought so I could carry my swim gear to and from the pool easily. It was still too heavy to carry around comfortably. :p
I hunted and killed a pizza at Marks & Spencer because there was no way I was cooking, and got home too late to feel like I could accomplish anything. I would kill for a Henry Weinhardt's root beer. I did not get to the post office to pay bills. I have not written. I haven't finished the last edits on HOUSE OF CARDS so I can submit it. The house is a mess. The kitchen is a disaster. And I just want to blow something up. :p