I like baths in fancy bathtubs at nice B&Bs, but in my own tiny bathtub? It tends to be uncomfy. And then I tend to start noticing that it's not clean enough. And then I start wishin I had a fancy pillow or soap holder or something. And then I decide I should just get out and read my book on my couch where I can be online anyway.

THIS. Our bathtub sucks. And I'm always worried about getting my book wet.

Sox, I flew into Cork, rented a car, and meandered through the endlessly winding roads of Southwest Ireland. I saw the statue of Michael Collins that Liam Neeson commissioned (in Clonakilty), got drunk on Murphy's (there is nothing like pulled Murphy's in Southwest Ireland!)in Baltimore, galloped a horse through Killarney National Park, went pottery-shopping on the Dingle Peninsula, talked politics until 3 in the morning in Kenmore and got invited to a hurling game in Cork (and witnessed two broken noses in the making!).

Never got to Dublin.

Oh, and my trip was over Halloween, so I ended up going to a Halloween party with some of the Shamcocks (a better name for a troupe of Irish drag kings, I cannot imagine), and seeing a lot of huuuuuuge bonfires people had set, which was crazy out of control. That was interesting...did a lot of shopping, wandering around, going to some movies (I think there was a film festival going on?), drank a lot of tea...

Come to think of it, the weather was a lot like Seattle...

Baths kind of gross me out, actually. They're OK right at the beginning when it's really hot, but then I feel like I'm sitting in my own sweat and yuck. They seem so nice! But not for me.

Hillary to end her campaign and endorse Obama on Friday.

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“We pledged to support her to the end,” Representative Charles B. Rangel, a New York Democrat who has been a patron of Mrs. Clinton since she first ran for the Senate, said in an interview “Our problem is not being able to determine when the hell the end is.”

The end is now! Or several weeks ago.

So, I know someone who's written a book -- someone not from here, I mean -- and it was in both Oprah Magazine AND Marie Claire! Both of which I subscribe to! Madness.

Has Kat been in today? I was wondering how her dad was doing. (The bypass was today, wasn't it?)

I inexplicably really, really, really want fried chicken. From KFC or Popeye's. Despite not being a big fried chicken fan. And mashed potatoes. With lots of butter.

Perhaps I need fat, as the pitas with hummus, cherry tomatoes and ztatziki weren't big on the greasy congealing fats.

Which is kind of ridic, because I don't need fat.

(a better name for a troupe of Irish drag kings, I cannot imagine),

Nor can I! Love that name.

Sometimes you just need fat!! And/or grease. Mmmm.