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And relaaaaaaaaaax

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My ten day break started at 18:43 on the dot.
And it shall last until Monday 13 July 10:00 AM on the dot.
And I shall not read a single work-related email until then.
This work-obsession thing… I can give it up any time I want.

And to get the holiday started on a high note, I cycled “into town” at 10 PM, walked the pier, and then treated myself to a brace of Baltikas.

And it totally felt like a holiday.

There must be a reason why big fokoff cruise ships moor in Dung Leering.

Party on dudes!

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Walk to the library.
Marvel at how much I love the building.
Check a few large format art books.
Check a copy of the Capuchin (1973 is a favourite of mine).
Marvel a bit more at how much I love the building.

Take a few shots (I just can’t resist it).

Walk back to the Mistake Factory.

Marvel at how much I love the building.

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Lunchtime routine

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Sunday fun day

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A giant Pacman has been spotted eating his way through the population of Dun Laoghaire.

I wish he had started with that bollox cyclist who went through a red light and brushed past me, with an air of extreme annoyance on him.
I had walked onto the road at the red man before him.

He should know that the first law-breaker has the right of way…

Tsk… Is it too much too ask for to have some form of hierarchical anarchy around here?

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Shock, horror!

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Facebooked out

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Nothing left to say.
Except on Facebook.

Nothing left to read.
Except on Facebook.

Nothing left to write.
Except on Facebook.

No friends left.
Except on Facebook.

No family left.
Except on Facebook.

No more work.
Except on Facebook.

No more entertainment.
Except on Facebook.

No more interaction of any sort.
Except on Facebook.

Nothing left to post.
On Facebook.

Shite… we’re in trouble.

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