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My hands remember far more than my brain.

This morning was kind of weird. I was woken up by intense sunshine at 6am again--this time I got up and closed my curtain. I was too asleep to answer my phone at 9:30 so I answered it in a dream instead. And finally I woke up every four minutes from 10:30 to 11:30. I got up for real at 11:45, and I'm really not sure why it was so hard to hang on to wakefulness. 

The Sociology exam was fine. I thought it was longer, but it was only an hour. And that makes sense because we only had to write one essay. It was a little tougher than I thought though because I felt like I knew too much. Like I had too much to say for the given time, so it was more like just puking up facts and explanations as quickly as I could instead of really writing a well-formed argument.

Counterpoint was next and last.  It was a weird one. We just all met up in this room and Ray passed out the official exam papers and then we were allowed to go wherever we wanted for three hours. I went to a cafe in town. The assignment was pretty hard actually. It took me a long time (45minutes) just to commit to which voice I was going to give the given line. After that it got a little better, but there were some spots I really couldn't find good consonants for. I know I passed though. The text was Lapidabant Stephanum invocantem which is "They stoned Stephen while he was praying." Ray thought it was funny.

Madison has a friend visiting her right now. She never looks happy--just always has this look on her face. I guess she can make whatever face she wants huh? Madison always complains about people not doing their dishes properly. I'm sure ye are sick of hearing about dishes, but they're a big part of my life right now. Madison complains for the obvious reasons, but she is also allergic to everything so she says that she has to make sure everything is clean before she uses it so that she doesn't get sick. It was really satisfying to find that she does a shit job at dishes just like everybody else. I'm not sure why. I think I just like finding out hypocrites.

Tomorrow I'll start packing. Wednesday will be a Dublin day.