is brilliant. I think Dingle town is my new favorite place in Ireland. It's perfect--on the ocean and every place sells fish and chips and there's a marina and mountains all around you and it's super breezy and just perfect.
My mellow is still being harshed, but she asked me if she could leave me for a while today and I said yes and caught myself before saying please. It was the best time I've had so far. I got fish and chips to go--she didn't want to go to the place the bus driver pointed out as having the best traditional fish in town, so I had to go by myself--and sat on the pier and just soaked it all in.
Tomorrow we're going to the Killarney national park and Muckross house. It takes a little over an hour to walk there and that's perfectly fine, but I don't know what we're going to talk about. Hopefully nothing. I'm mean. I can't help it. I don't know what my problem is.
When I get back tomorrow I have to start an essay. It's going to be terrible.
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