A Quick Succession of Busy Nothings

I should have spent the time packing, but instead I sat in front of the Cathedral and listened to Walk the Moon. 

It is 6:18am. I woke up at 4:50. I went to bed at ? I am in an airport. There is no food. I have to work on my final for Graphic Novel. The sun is coming up, and I want it to go back down. 

I was about to knock on someone else’s hotel room door when I accidentally overheard them say, “Katie steals the sheets.” So… I didn’t knock. And now I feel awkward. 

(Seriously. It was one time.)

So, naturally, I love bookstores. Yesterday, I bookstore hopped in Dublin with some of the lovely ladies on my program. I was browsing the young adult section, and picked up a copy of The Fault in Our Stars to check the signature. This has become pure habit. I already have a copy at home with a signature in Kenyon Purple. But this time…

I FOUND A HANKLERFISH. 

And then I freaked out and did a dance and bought it with my food money. No regrets. 

There’s a sauna in my hotel room. 

I just got back from my trip to London, Paris, Venice, and Lucca, Italy. And now I have less than twenty-four hours before I’m leaving again for Ireland. 

I. Am. Exhausted. 

It’s not being helped by the final paper that I have to write while in Ireland… I’m doing the research now, because I do things at the last second like that. 

(And the dryer somehow stole my laundry for 100 MINUTES instead of the regular 50. So I can’t pack.)