dublin friday

[starfrosting]

Matt is downstairs making a quesadilla. I'm really glad he's here- nevertheless I seem to be coming down with something (throat plus clogged nose plus chills and weird nerve sensations) that makes me want to be a bad host, take my bed for myself, and curl up to bed toute suite. Also I had this really awful "conversation" about racism with this Irish dyke at the George tonight. It was one of those confrontational discussions that wasn't going anywhere, so I kept trying to make my point, acknowledge hers (however stupid and misinformed I thought it was), and gracefully bow out--wouldn't happen, so it was incredibly frustrating so on top of having crawly skin I'm really angry under the surface as well. Hocking up muscous and letting go of this useless anger, so I can redirect it. I should go visit Mattiemou.