*drapes self over keyboard*

First exam over - done better, done worse, you know the way, but this one was just translations. It's the Lit/Lingustics ones that will determine my fate.

A short wander up Grafton Street, to poke in HMV (nothing Jonathan Ross-related; sad!) and stick my nose into YA sections (sneak-attacking kessie at work and high-fiving over Michael Scott), and now I wait for rush hour to go away so I can get home without suffocating on the DART.

Am braindead enough to know I'm not going to get any work done this evening, so am pondering (if am not too tired when I get home) re-watching PotC1&2. Since I'm seeing PotC3 tomorrow morning, and all. >:D

LARGE YAWN.

My back hurts.

I'm going to log onto meebo now, and someone better be on AIM/Y!M/GTalk to entertain me for the next hour or so.