I’m writing this post in the comforts of Rosslare Port of all places. Saying that it’s from the comforts of the place is probably a bit too generous though given that they’re still proudly displaying that they were the best port back in 1990 and the decor bears all the hallmarks of a place that hasn’t since a lick of paint since that year. Having finished work in Dublin, I decided to really prove myself a point and try make it into college for my first lecture. The only available bus sees me stop off at Rosslare first and it now looks as if my bus was 30 minutes early. Of course I have no concept of time on the bus having spent every five minutes of the journey testing the toughness of the glass… and my face.

It looks very likely that I won’t get any more sleep before college and I probably have a day of vegetation and snapping out of sleep deprived trances to look forward to. I may not take in a single word that a lecturer says (not that I usually do) but I will go home tonight being awfully proud of myself because last year when I finished working in Dublin for the weekend, I didn’t go into college for a week – and that was to collect my grant cheque!

Of course I’ll only be proud of myself until I get home and have the smug grin melt from my face (a possible fun hallucination perhaps?) when it registers with me that I’m also working this evening. I may very well plough through it having demolished the proverbial wall a long time a go… or I’ll die trying. But first I’d better make this fucking bus lest I be stuck in the 90s for another few hours!!