listening to: Hal - Keep Love As Your Golden Rule
After a hellish week, involving 2 all nighters, over a hundred cups of coffee, 2 packs of Solpodene, over 20 cans of Red Bull and 13,600 words of a thesis, I am finally spent.
Due at 12 o clock on Friday afternoon, Elaine, Ruairi and I had stayed up all night writing and editing across the city. I managed to make it into town to finish editing in Ruairi's apartment, and then met Aoife who was camped outide the Thesis Centre on Camden Street. There was a weird guy with crappy dreadlocks looking very nervous beside her.
While we went for coffee and waited for Ruairi, I was just waiting for the relief that would come. My whole year has been consumed by research for this frickin thing, and as shit as the end result was, I just wanted it out of the way.
What followed was a delerious car journey into DCU, practically collapsing as I handed the thesis in, mashed potato and gravy, and a game of pool. And a bus journey home that very nearly killed me. And then sleep, sleep.
That evening, our class decided to come full circle, and head back to The Palace - where we had our first class night out. Here;s the evidence of too much Jagermeister.
In the morning, Elaine, Jim, Ruairi and I went for a shake-off-the-hangover-walk down Dun Laoghaire pier, where Elaine offered such gems as "can birds swim?" upon seeing a bird in the sea.
That evening, the best play ever in the Samuel Beckett Theatre - 'Come Good Rain' http://www.activelink.ie/ce/active.php?id=1978
And then Corina's birthday in Bia Bar. So, yeah, I guess, a busy time. It's over now though.