Ugh, what a wasted day. I felt horrible last night when I went to bed, my stomach bothered my all night, and when I finally slept, I slept, in typical Brian fashion, through everything. I woke up at 1:00PM, really pissed at myself. Completely wasted day. Even if I could have gotten a train then to Galway or Cork, I would have had to turn right around and come back as soon as I got there. Grr... so now I'm faced with a tough decision: Decide between Cork or Galway for tomorrow (a tough decision in its own right) or stay an extra day. If I'm reading the Irish Ferries web site correctly, then I might have to stay another day, anyway. I'll find out when I go to Hueston Station tonight. Also, I've been reading about the trip I'm going to have to take to get to Amsterdam. Ouch. Looking at something like a 26hr+ trip. At least 2 hours to Connaght, then, and this is where my stomach starts turning, an 18 hour boat ride to Cherbourg. Then it's Cherbourg to Paris, Paris to Amsterdam. Ouch. Ouch. a flash lights on the liffey, swaying people on o'connell st., a left, a right, a left, no ey's not down, ey's restin', lost but happy, silent streets with echoes of 'summer dreams' from Grease, somehow leads to thinking of 'It's the End of the World as we know it,' alone with everybody, turn back 'round, cross ha'penny bridge, deep eyes on the homeless girl 'spare a Euro or two, sir?' would you sink, would you sink? guy in front bumps into an old woman, seems like he did it just so he could say 'excuse me.' is that the definition of loneliness? What if every day and every night were like this? 'I'll give you a Euro if you talk to me,' he whispered. It's a long night for some, every night an eternity for others...