Though it is incredibly beautiful in this part of the country, there's isn't much to do if you don't have a car. I mean, I can only walk so far with four or five hours of light to work with. This couple just got here and the guy is from Portugal but he's been living in Northern Ireland for 8 years and he has an Irish accent now. It's really weird. The woman who works this place doesn't know when to stop talking and let people go. They are just standing out in the entry awkwardly listening to her talk between the pauses. Oh well. Portuguese is really cool sounding.
There's really not much to say about today actually. I didn't do anything spectacular--just walked around town and saw some nature and ate some food and it was nice and peaceful and uneventful. Now I'm just sitting in this common room by the fire. They burn turf here. My roommate was telling me about going out to the peat bogs and how it's really a pain in the ass to actually collect the stuff. It doesn't burn as hot as wood. It's still nice though. I'm actually ready to be back in Maynooth, oddly enough.
I have an essay due on Wednesday. I've decided to do it on Joyce's use of stream of consciousness because that's the only thing I've really been interested in so far anyway. It has to be 2,000 words though. I don't know if I have 2,000 words to say about it. That seems like a lot.
Julian will be here on Friday! I don't know what we're going to do yet though. It doesn't matter.
This internet is absolutely terrible. It'll be working just fine for half an hour or a full hour if you're lucky, and then it's down. It's really frustrating. I'm about to just go to sleep and forget about this. It's only 7:30 though...
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