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The good news: I met people randomly at the hostel last night and went out drinking with them instead of staying in.

The bad news: I am not as immune to Long Island Iced Teas as I am to everything else I drink. Oops. Traveling while mildly hungover = not good. I think last night is officially proof that I just don't get hangovers like most people do, though, because the extent to which I was toasted last night would've had almost anyone else in bed for the next day.

The weird part of the above: One of the girls I drank with last night was a former contestant on ANTM. I think I just jumped a few levels in the 7-degrees-of-separation game, yeah?

I'm in Cork now. Hopefully it will stop raining like a motherfucker soon so that I can actually do something...

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So today, I shopped. YEAH SHOPPING. Everyone has their post-Christmas sale jazz going on, and I found a blazer at Dorothy Perkins for €7 that fits almost-perfectly -- better than all the $50 ones I was trying on at home because I really wanted a fucking blazer. So yeah. That was exciting. I also bought less-exciting things like thermal leggings and a towel that I don't care about (I'm attached to the one I have in Aberdeen AND it's maaaaassive; both of these are also why I don't travel with it) but whatever, YEAH BLAZER.

And now, microwaveable dinner goodness (seriously, my travel diet is nothing but takeaway sandwiches, bagels when I can find them, crisps, and microwave Indian when I'm feeling classy) and then sleep, and tomorrow morning I go do touristy castley things. Hurrah.