there's a shaking in my knees there's a cold chill

[starfrosting]

Pints of Guinness do make you strong. I figure if nothing else I will drink sweet mother's milk by the pint glass over there. And also, you know, have a lot of fun and learn a shitload about analytic metaphysics whatever that is. The reason I'm affirming this in such a silly way is that all my dreams last night were filled with anxious "you're supposed to be going away but you missed the deadline/can't remember the name of the place/are entirely fucked" kinds of dreams. Those could be about anything, but the travel metaphor made it seem about going to Dublin.

Today I will get my hair cut.
Today I will spend some time with my mom, eating lunch.
Today I will pack, because I've left myself no other choice.


I really need to find a way to leave the states in a good state of mind. For some reason I'm hoping getting a haircut will help, like maybe I can do a little spell that as my hair is cut all the shit that's making me feel like shit falls away. Oh my g-d I am such a queen.