I’m in Galway
I’m infamous for my well-fuck-it-why-not? impulsiveness. I got out of bed at 4am yesterday morning and decided I was going to Galway, story, end of. Here I am now, legs up in 091 Labs and listening to some #occupyGalway twit shitting out of his mouth and into a megaphone.
Really, guys? It’s the Week Before Christmas. I don’t care much for the holiday season, myself, but listening to my son Garrett very excitedly talking about it last night would have warmed the coldest of hearts. He jabbered on about turkey, presents, grandma, daddy and Caira. It was awesome. Caira, take note! If your two year old brother can hold a phone conversation, I expect you to as well.
Back on topic, I’m in Galway, organizing my notes and working up the courage to tackle my school work and study….
…oh, who am I kidding? I’m pissing around with the new Facebook timeline thing. Looks nifty, for sure:
…and I’m doing Christmas presents:
And I comparing the totally coincidental similarities between Wal-Mart’s site and Amazon’s site: