I really do appreciate being on my period at this point in time. Seriously. But did I really have to bleed so much in two hours’ time that I soaked through a regular tampon and created a huge bloody spot on my sheets? Well, they hadn’t been washed since I put them on in January, so it’s probably a good thing anyway. You can only sort of see the spot on the top sheet now, with its THREE INCH DIAMETER.

Kate asked me this morning if there was any laundry detergent left. Of course there isn’t, Kate. You used all of the detergent that I brought from the states for my personal use. “Is there more?” she said. Why yes, Kate, I did buy some more. I just hid it in the back of the bottom shelf of our closet so you couldn’t, once again, take advantage of my personal items, you cheap freeloading wench.

I have spent the past five days doing nothing. I haven’t had a real class since Tuesday, because of all the Catholic holidays celebrated heavily here in Ireland, but I have done nothing productive with this abundance of free time. I’ve played a lot of Nintendogs and read two-thirds of a novel. But I haven’t gotten anything done on my music video preproduction. Nothing. Zip. It’s not entirely my fault, but the fact is, I’m lazy right now.

I’m terribly homesick. I miss Josh so much. Last night, I got into bed at 11PM, and just cried. I cried because I wanted to be home, with my family, my friends, my cat, everything familiar. When I thought about Josh specifically, I cried even harder. I just don’t want to be here anymore. I don’t like the idea of becoming an adult and having to work and I’m afraid of becoming one of those unhappy people with a job I hate and take out my resentment on Josh. I just want to go home.

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