confessions and blame
Confession: I've spent the last five months doing whatever possible to avoid idleness or boredom, because the second I'm not doing something that requires every ounce of my attention and energy, all my thoughts go right back to you. I can't help it, I think you own the crazy part of my brain. That's why being here has been so hard, being here and having nothing to do. Why I've taken to wandering Dublin on my own just to avoid thinking in general, to be doing something, anything. But I still can't find the National Gallery, Museum or Library even though they are apparently all around the same place. Same adventure, same time tomorrow? Sounds like a plan.
Also if I get kidnapped on the streets, I am completely completely blaming you for it. I wouldn't be wandering downtown Dublin alone if it weren't for the shit you're pulling.