Susan Hated Literature

EDIT Forgot to mention that as part of my patent-pending taking-over-wwwland technique I have started blogging over at The Fear of God. Not a religious blog sillies, but a rugby one. You know, on account of Paul O’Connell and the documentary Reaching for Glory, set up by Gerry of UnLaoised

I know you didn’t think I’d leave you much longer without your dose of Unconscious Mutterings

1. Uneven ::
2. Wonder ::
3. Spider ::
4. Emma ::
5. Swing ::
6. Orbit ::
7. Flirt ::
8. Donation ::
9. Veil ::
10. Atmosphere ::

Tis Monday, so I’m back at work. What fun, neh? But I suppose it could be worse. I could have been working last week, so it is all good. Anyways, I hereby retract my statement accusing the highly sensitive individual of taking a break. She isn’t, it is simply a case of the voices in her head not talking to her, all clear? Good.

In other news, Carl’s RIP challenge kicks off soon. Officially on Sept 1st. I’m hoping to get involved. 4 books isn’t a huge amount, is it?

And for those of you wondering where the wedding was on, well, I bring you photos:

The view from the Church

The beach

Inside the Church

Flowers

And as I said in the comment section of my previous post there are a lot more on flickr, but you’ll have to be logged in and friended to see them.

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Tags: Fear of God, flickr, Luna Nina, Paul O'Connell, rugby, wedding

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Well, maybe not Johnny, but I am. And how is everybody doing? Two weeks of not being online all that often lead to clogged up inboxes and rss readers stuffed to the brim. I think I’ve read most posts and emails, but I skimmed some and commented on very little. Catch-up is a bitch.

Had a luvverly time off work. Did nowt for a while. Then met with the granny and the aunt for a few days. Catch up fun. Then a few more days of nothingness. Then headed up to the wilds of Donegal to a wedding. Cue drunken fun. And great food. And then back to Sligo again, to a very nice day, with sunshine and warmth and everything. And as everyone scattered to their various places I headed for the trampoline for a lie in the sun. Off the wet grass, plus it had the benefit of being extra comfy. Although I did manage to shock myself getting off. I’m just so electric.

Back in the city of Dublin now, boring food shopping and washing and whatnot to be done before starting back at work on Monday. Work. Urgg.

Tags: Donegal, nothingness, off work, Sligo, wedding

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