Blogin' from Molly's or, how getting out more doesn't help.

I write this from Molly's and I have to wonder why I wandered here in the first place. Well the original plan was poker. But that failed. So walked and watched the snow fall and before I knew it I was posting on the boards in molly's. This feels like a new low even for me. Ugh. They're playing trust me I'm a doctor again... I don't understand the obsession with going out... Or the blizzards for that manner.

But the walk... The walk was amazing. Snow in Ireland is such a rare thing, so walking across a relatively quiet city, covered in snow, the odd street lamp adding a layer of colour to the sea of floating white was a great experience. One can really think in such situations.

Now they're playing Mr. Jones. Which is grand but they've done it already, which raises questions about the length of they're playlist.

Oh yes, now I know remember where i was going with this. So I arrived outside molly's, a late night bar, disco- thing... and it was empty. So I sat down and after a while, I got bored and went on the boards. I love technology. It's really just crazy that I can even do this. Anyway, so these girls walked in and basically took pity on me in their drunkenness and one sat in my lap, the other took a picture. I assume that'll be on bebo soon.

Everyone who walks in just stares at me, like, look at that loner. A bit harsh perhaps... ah well