I feel like it’s 2:30 in the morning.  In reality, it’s just 10:30.  I’m tired, but it’s too early to go to bed.  I’m bored, but there’s nothing on TV but repeats or politics.  If I head to bed to read, I’ll probably fall asleep in mere minutes.

I should pack.  But to be honest, I just don’t feel like it.  Since nearly all of the hub’s Ireland clothes are new, just for the trip, packing shouldn’t be too difficult.  Everything is in one place ready to go.  My stuff is all stacked up in the bedroom.  But we don’t have anywhere to lay out the two suitcases.  So instead I just look at the piles of stuff that need to be packed.

The good news…tomorrow, all I have to do is vote, get my brows done, hit up the bank for some cash, and pack.  Nothing all too major, thankfully.

So bored.  Really.  Even writing this didn’t take nearly as long as I thought it would.  Oh well.