I am so very tired today. And in a really weird way. I just can't keep my eyes open. I have another couple of hours til I can slope off home and collapse into bed. The Easter break was pretty quiet for me. Didn't do much. Hung out at Seely Rd for a while, got really drunk with Kevin when he got back from Italy (apologies to Caitriona if I did manage to get through) and spent last night at Jane's.
When I was younger I was absolutely convinced that I was going to die when I turned 25. I was thinking about this recently. I did almost die a few times when I was 25. I totally changed my whole life when I was that age too.
I don't know why I thought this but from the time I was really really young I was convinced that I just wasn't going to make it any further. When I turned 25, well I just put it to the back of my mind and forgot all about it (as you do). But then the other day I was walking down the street, looking at the trees when I suddenly thought about it. I guess it was running through my head from looking at some old photo's I put on my homepage the other day (homesickness shots basically - I scanned them when I was back home). One of them was taken one of those times.
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