I'm really tired, but I refused to go to bed at 9:45. And figured I wouldn't be up long enough to really justify starting anything productive-as far as reading for work, or for pleasure, so I popped on some iTunes, poured a little Johnny Walker and flipped through photos on my computer. I saw pics of my flats in Dublin, and then in Springfield. Such a weird disconnect looking at those pictures. Looking at my last flat, and the books on the bookshelves, I kind of missed them, but realized that I hadn't touched most of them in the 2 years that they had been on that shelf.
I skimmed through photos from pre-Ireland era, until last month and pre-departure photos. Kind of unreal to think that this is really the third country I'm living in. Or third continent even. Or that right now I -own- vehicles in 2 countries.
Ok, now it's past 11, and that's way more reasonable for going to bed.
Goodnight!
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