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Of course I’d go to a play if it were called “Springtime for Hitler”, wouldn’t anyone?

I suppose at this juncture giving a bit of an update without ranting would be a good thing from my mother’s point of view, so here goes.

  • The water in my apartment was fixed quite quickly
  • My laptop was fixed, but is now full of crap again, because the bulldog firewall is non-existent. But at least I know how to fix it.
  • I went to see the Producers, a thoroughly enjoyable and amusing show
  • The French lessons aren’t going too badly
  • The presentation for the course went fine, and the course was actually quite good
  • I love my job, no matter how much I complain about it

Yes, I do in fact really love my job. On the bad days it is stressful, difficult, and they expect too much from me. On the good days it is exciting, challenging, and they think I am capable of things. Of course the only thing that changes from one day to the next is me, and the bad days are currently fairly sparse. So I think its mostly me being tired, or grumpy. Not that this ever normally happens of course, my sweet disposition and natural cheerfulness are a wonderful blessing in that respect. And if you believe that, believe also that the gods will bless you with a happy life if you send me all of your money.

Occasionally, I wonder if I should miss Limerick. Then I remember that its a shithole I hated living in. My friends made it bearable, they made it fun, they made it an amazing experience that I will always remember with nostalgia and amusement. My family make it an anchor, a certainty in life when certainties are hard to come by. But I’m never coming home.

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3 Responses to “Of course I’d go to a play if it were called “Springtime for Hitler”, wouldn’t anyone?”

  1. diamond Says:
    February 12th, 2006 at 5:56 pm

    I know i would.

    Steve

  2. Earhart Says:
    February 13th, 2006 at 10:05 am

    Darn, just lost the game :-(

    Limerick rocks -it also smells at times…… Think of the fun times in the Scholars and other such. How could you not miss that.

    I’m delighted you’re getting on so well. :-) *Hugs* for Diane.

  3. artemis Says:
    February 13th, 2006 at 10:15 am

    I do miss that. But the point about those times is that they’re over. Hell, they even closed the damn pub. College was fantastic, and my friends are amazing, but cavorting about in the scholars having fun is something you can only do for a few years. If I was still at home… well, I wouldn’t be still at home. If I wasn’t going somewhere I wanted to be at this point, I’d be giving up the computers thing and fucking off around the world. The most important thing I have ever figured out is what makes me happy. College was the time when I realised it. And I intend to pursue it with intense single-minded selfishness :)

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