Lazy days

I got back here yesterday and kind of just crashed. I felt like shit on the plane though. I don't know why but it was a rough one. But then we landed and I didn't feel like puking anymore. There was this Australian woman who sat by me on the bus and she was nice and talkative. I didn't really have to say much, which is what I always prefer, but she went on about what it's like to be an American in Europe and why we get a bad wrap and Americans aren't big drinkers and 21 is a good drinking age and these streets are really too small for buses and where's a good place to get coffee 'round here? The first thing she talked about was drinking and I didn't disagree with her. If she wants to think Americans are a bunch of sober squares, whatever. Then she was talking about soft drinks and Americans are really big soda drinkers, so I said "yeah we don't tend to drink a lot of water." And she turns around and says "oh but you do though." I just said fuck it and gave up after that. There's no way to talk to a flip-flopping stranger. You win. I know I know more about being American than you, I don't need to prove it.

Back to Maynooth. Unpacked Paco, turned on my computer, felt tired so I got into bed and read for a little while and fell asleep. I woke up at 11 and turned the lights off and was out until 9 this morning. I slept for like 13 hours.

Today's been good. Very good morning. Glad I woke up in time for it. I didn't accomplish anything besides posting pictures on facebook--which literally took me 5 hours to finish. I was multitasking, but still, I think it's ridiculous. I talked to Louise in the kitchen for half an hour. Aoife is here for some reason. She hasn't spent a single weekend here all year, but here she is. I've been thirsty all day. I was going to do laundry and buy my ticket home and maybe paint since I bought some paint thinner while I was in Edinburgh and I want to use it, but I'm just tired now, so goodnight.