Rabid monkeys with fancy tools

Less than a week left in Cork, and suddenly my social life bursts out of hibernation like a ravenous grizzly. Everyone wants to meet up before we leave. And I thought that I was going to get to enjoy my last few days of solitude.
Which I’ve just realized, these ARE my last few days of solitude, of waking up and knowing that I don’t have to do anything. I don’t have to go out (unless I’m out of milk and cigarettes), I just stay in and rot. Rotting’s real fun at times. I like it anyhow.
So I’m a bit sad about leaving. Ah well. My self-exile is over, I return from the desert. Enlightened? In certain ways. Definitely in love. Definitely not prepared for what’s to come. Definitely wanting to eat char siew. Fuck my luggage is way overweight. Fuckfuckfuck.
I wish I had my own place, but that will come in time. So long, days of perpetual slacking! I’m going home! I’m going to see my loved ones and my loved one!

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