wish my name were irish

i just spent 3 hours in the immigration office and i have nothing to show for it.  passport problem still exists.  (if i don’t figure out how to fix it…i’m never allowed in ireland again.)

and the heating is broken in my house.

and my curtains fell down on top of me in the middle of the night.

this post is meant to counter the “i’m the happiest girl in ireland!” post…but i hesitate to say that i’m really the unhappiest girl in all of ireland right now.

this has been said before by many other inhabitants of ireland, but i really feel like there is a permanent cloud/angry celtic god hovering over this green island and permanently spewing rain and wind and blusteriness on us.  this is why they drink tea so much.  bc it’s permanently gloomy and dark and wet and cold.  tea cures all.  tea and uggs anyway.