Drinking when I should be sleeping.

3 Weeks ago I planned on nothing. 2 weeks ago I thought a bike trip would be fun. 1 week ago I booked tickets and washed the spontaneity down with Bushmills. 4 days ago I booked Ireland. 3 days ago I bought supplies at target. 1 day ago I packed and chose to jettison half my supplies, harboring strong feelings that I will toss the entire damn bag and just go with what’s in my backpack. Hours ago I rode on a plane that had an equivalent of a super Nintendo in every seat, as well as free on-demand movies. The wrestler was maybe the best movie I’ve seen this year.

Now its 6am Dublin and I’m waiting for a 4 hour layover to Shannon. I’m drinking when I should be sleeping; I’m sleeping when I should be waking up.

I listened to Modest Mouse’s ‘lives’ on the ride over:

"It’s hard to remember we’re alive for the first time, it’s hard to remember we’re alive for the last time, it’s hard to remember to live before you die, It’s hard to remember that our lives are such a short time, it’s hard to remember when it takes such a long time."