And I'm off to Ireland. Which always sounds way cooler than it really is. Because Ireland in February is... well, cold. And wet. And dark.
And this is for THREE WEEKS. Two entire weekends alone in Limerick.
Silver linings:
* My hotel has 15 floors. I'm going to be running up and down them (ok, walking very slowly while panting like I am going to die any second) every day. Yes, every day. My hope is that I'll lose weight and be able to fit into my formals. Because wearing formals is about to become important.
* Internet access comes with the hotel room.
* I know what to expect, I know the hotel, I know what to ask for.
* I will be able to catch up on the many, many DVDs that are waiting to be watched.
I have two weeks before I leave. Ack! Panic!
And this is for THREE WEEKS. Two entire weekends alone in Limerick.
Silver linings:
* My hotel has 15 floors. I'm going to be running up and down them (ok, walking very slowly while panting like I am going to die any second) every day. Yes, every day. My hope is that I'll lose weight and be able to fit into my formals. Because wearing formals is about to become important.
* Internet access comes with the hotel room.
* I know what to expect, I know the hotel, I know what to ask for.
* I will be able to catch up on the many, many DVDs that are waiting to be watched.
I have two weeks before I leave. Ack! Panic!
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Date: 2007-01-26 04:27 pm (UTC)