In Which I Say "I" A Lot.

Back in Dublin.

The weather has been spastic. (But I apparently control it, so go figure.)

The heat in our building's ceased to work. Which is grand, considering how cold and windy it's been. Hopefully, this problem will be remedied soon. At least the water pressure in my flat is fine. (Knock on wood.)

Tomorrow (today?) marks the beginning of St. Paddy's Day festivities. This essentially means that Dublin goes wild with drunken tourists and even drunker locals. Everyone has fun. Word on the street says it's pretty joyous.

The end of Oxford was the end of a very short era. Spent Sunday lazing about in my friend's flat, watching Anglo-Saxon nerds make weaponry, defensive gear, and costumes for their upcoming reenactment battle in York. Also drank a lot of orange mango juice. Spent the evening feasting on garbanzo and dill soup, pancakes, and spaghetti and meatballs (all homemade), and watching The Mighty Boosh.

Tonight, I went to see Be Kind Rewind, which, despite lukewarm reviews, was very funny, if not a little sentimental. As my film-going mate aptly pointed out, we laughed the loudest. If you love film, I think Michel Gondry's latest means a lot more.

I am in a nice place with my play right now, although writing today was emotionally draining. One day, I'll write a comedy, and everyone will be shocked, most of all myself.

Even though I enjoyed the UK, it feels good to be back.

This is not a lie: pictures coming soon.