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Home tomorrow, or today, whatever. Sunday.
Time to face the real world again.
Don't wanna. Real world is scary. And I suspect there are wolves in the frozen north.

Oh how I suck at remembering things, let me count the ways.

Ah expletive. I missed the Drogheda samba festival this year. I'm getting terribly forgetful about these things these days.

The pride parade is something that is always a surprise. Unfortunately quite often one I don't particularly enjoy, simply because I usually want to cross the street that the parade is on right then because I'm already late, damnit. I've missed the funeral of a classmate's brother. At least I knew about that this week, I just forgot when Friday was and didn't leave Cork on time. I arranged a date-status-to-be-determined-retrospectively thing (it wasn't) for Martha's birthday, and then cancelled on the day because I'm just that classy a burd. Why, yes, I'm single, do you really need to ask why?

Father's Day I celebrated a week early, to dad's great surprise. I get Niamh's and William's birthdays mixed up every year, always wishing the wrong one a happy birthday. cartographer's birthday is one I don't think I've ever got right without a lot of prompting, usually picking either the day before or the day after. The only reason I can remember natural20's birthday is because it's some saint's day and my mother always wonders if her lilies will be open in time to bring them to Mass to have them blessed. And cos he tends to point it out, too, but sticking something on LJ is no guarantee that I'll remember it.

I have no idea when the twins were born, even though I was there. My own namesake and I don't know when she entered the world. It was less than a year ago! On the other hand, I can't forget Mike's birthday, which annoys the hell out of me. And Seany's, too. Though I'm far less annoyed at not being able to forget him. Hell, I forgot my own once.

Anything I did for the Leaving Cert is long gone. Especially if it's to do with art or physics, and they were my two best subjects. Yet ask me in Klingon where the toilets are and I'll understand. Maths? I doubt I could pass Junior Cert maths now. The pass paper. Most of the books I loved in my childhood and teenage years, gone. I read some Preacher the other day, one I'd read years ago in House of Jam. Knew I'd read it, it was all new to me though. Jam was only 10 years ago.

Important dates though, they're the worst things to forget. Sometimes there's really no going back after forgetting one of them. But people usually understand, and that's when having the wonderful friends I have comes in handy. Damned handy.