I haven't quite figured out how to deal with weekends yet. I guess I could write on the weekend, but maybe it's good to have the break.
I only own one green T-Shirt and I'm always very careful to save it for St. Paddy's Day. This is the first time since 2004 that I'll be able to drink on St. Paddy's and, ironically, I probably won't. I knocked back a couple at Pip's charity thing on Saturday (just for charity of course) so it's not like it's a conscious thing. I just don't have anywhere to be tonight, so I'll probably chill at home and do laundry. I'm sure a millenia worth of my Irish ancestors are spinning in their graves, or at least fermenting in them. Based on what I know about them, they're probably still drunk anyway.
Speaking an ancestry, I'm still trying to plan a trip to visit my family in Germany. The sort of high feeling from when they were all here has worn off, but not, thankfully, my desire to go home. It will probably not be as wild as the last time I went back, but should still be a great time.
Macbeth next time maybe. Erin go Braugh!