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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

We've finally fixed a date for the great move back to Dublin - my parents will be travelling over, either with a van or with a car and trailer, on the Hallowe'en weekend, because there's an Irish bank holiday on the Monday. So that's that decided. I'll be moving in to my sister's old room, because my room is now officially the guest room, and my brother's old room is now officially the office. It didn't take my parents long to ensure that they can now only keep one child on the premises at any one time.

I now feel like I've come to the end of my stint in Edinburgh, and even though I've been threatening to move back to Ireland for about two years, it finally feels like the time is right - I'll be sorry to be leaving this really great city and the friends that I've made here, but there's quite a few things I'll be happy to see the back of - not least the eternal darkness that seems to settle over the city from November to March, when the daylight deprevation really gets to me.

So I'm looking forward to that. Over the last week of the Festival, myself and Susan were making lists of pros and cons for leaving Edinburgh and returning to Dublin, and I'm looking forward to it a lot now, not least because the day after I walk through the door I'm going down to the dog kennels to pick up a dog for myself. I'll be spending the next two months saving money and trying to make some kind of imprint on the huge debt I've racked up on my visa bill. I'll also be finishing off the OU course I've been doing - I had a tutorial tonight, but decided to bunk off it, because I have got absolutely no concentration span and also because I'm very lazy.

I've spent the best part of today dozing off every time I sit down, and doing a massive clean up of the flat. I've also managed to make a large collection of spiders around the flat, as I quite brightly opened all the windows to air the house mere moments before a massive downpour, and all the little critters came in for shelter. I'm not pleased at all, but I think I've got rid of all the ones from my bedroom, and that's enough for now. I'm getting heeby geebies just typing about them.

Finally got the letter of confirmation from my new employers that I'll be starting with on Monday, which is now quite a happy prospect, since I know for a fact that I'll not be there longer than two months. I'll have to check my contract carefully to see how much notice I have to give, and then just keep my head down and work through it. It's all quite exciting, really.

And finally, I've made the massive mistake of looking on the Australian eBay site for DAAS memorabilia now that Paul McDermott has reawakened my old obsession. It's not good. When something looks like a ton of money in ozzie dollars, but then when converted looks like a lot less, it's very very tempting. I'll try to be good. But I'm not making any promises.

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