ITEM: failed driving theory test by one question (a real fuck-you-up-the-ass item on the precise procedure involved in unhitching a trailer; am I the only one who sees something screwy in the fact that none of the four options included, FOR EXAMPLE, both the word 'brakes' [fairly important, I should think] and the words 'disconnect electrical cable for trailer rear lights' [woo, not dying of electrocution]?). Considering it's a miracle that I could even concentrate long enough to get myself to the test centre without getting lost, though, I did a lot better than I thought I might.

ITEM: got soaked in torrential rain - vest top and light, short-sleeved shirt no help at all.

ITEM: paper bag from Chapters also soaked, which would explain why it split and spilled books all over flooded pavement.

ITEM: crowded out of my any-port-in-a-storm booth at McDonalds by obnoxious SpItaliFrench tourists (seriously, ask any Dubliner - you will not find anyone more FUCKING OBNOXIOUS than SpItaliFrench tourists in the whole city, unless it is a whole gaggle of SpItaliFrench teenagers on a school trip - for, I assume, the purposes of learning how to be the loudest people in any given square mile, plow into people without apologising, bump people off the pavement and into the road and/or wall with their backpacks, and generally studying to become the next, even greater generation of FUCKING OBNOXIOUS SpItaliFrench tourists, ready to lead their brethren into a shining new future of douchebaggery. They are a plague. Americans on my flist, you have no idea how lucky you are that your country is way too sodding far away for continental Europeans to send their horrible children on school trips to you. There needs to be a scientific study on how people who, as a group, are so lovely in their home countries, can transform into the loudest, rudest, most inconsiderate people anywhere, ever, once they set foot on Irish soil. GOD IS THIS RACIST I DON'T EVEN CARE I HATE THEM).

ITEM: unusually severe motion sickness from bus ride home.

ITEM: carefully washed and straightened hair yesterday; now, rain-dried, look like Creature From The Frizz Lagoon.