It's raining Leprechauns!

Wishes all the ex-Dubs and the rest of human population a nice Lá ’le Pádraig, colloquially Paddy's Day. Sláinte! Later probably heading to Molly Malone's to have a pint of Guinness.
[x] I have seen St. Patrick's Day Parade in Dublin.
[x] I have climbed Croagh Patrick .
[x] I have been to Downpatrick, Northern Ireland.
[x] I know at least one Irish man called "Paddy".

Seville Dreaming

Went yesterday to a b-day party and as a result woke up with a massive headache (great punch!). Did some yin yoga at Shanti. Am still stressed, though. Have got 2 potential tenants, maybe... Hope it all goes well and Sevilla will be waiting for me fresh and pretty. And hope the tenant whom-ever-shall-it-be will not be a psycho and burn down all the house.
Friday was the 13th and Freddy was missing. No-show, no notice about whereabouts either. Bizarre co-incidence. Luckily it was not raining zombies, strongboxes, ladders, black cats and banana skins, Hallelujah.
Recently went to Cinema and saw an animated documentary of Lebanon war, Waltz with Bashir, highly recommendable. Also check out the Uzodinma Iweala novel Beasts of No Nation.

Mustnoteatburgersmustnoteatburgers

Happy to be home. Yesterday I had Marinara pizza at Mamma Rosa, watched Stella Polaris improvisation theater at Kaapelitehdas and ended up to Spring of Love Party at Pasifico.
Thinking of Burgers. Bad. Bad. Jogging is nice. Burgers are bad. Mustnoteatburgersmustnoteatburgersmustnoteatburgersmustnoteatburgersmustnoteatburgers. Would like to head to Vegemesta at Vaasankatu and have one of those delicious vegetarian burgers. Burgers. Burgers. Tofu Burgers. Soya Burgers. Hamburgers. One other day had a Kippari Soya Burger and howled it down, and had a 2 hours nap afterwards and oh boy that was a day. TomorroIwillstartadiettomorrowwillstartadiet. If I don't pass the cozy little Pelmenit at Kustaankatu and have some delicious Eastern style dumplings.

Friday Dreaming

Went to a housewarming party & danced @ Kuudes linja. Feeling happy and laZyyy now. Having wet hair which feels like a cold, slimy rat hanging on my shoulders. All good, except it's gonna be Monday tomorrow. O Friday where art thou? On Friday I was happily frying some Sweet Corn, listening Tom Verlaine and sipping some red wine. Life was good. Apart from once again I noticed half of the people I know seems to be pregnant. This age, this age... "Her friends are getting babies and she is just getting drunk." Cheers.

(Friday might be more like a state of mind, not an actual day.)

Hibernation

Went to see the Italian film Gomorra, a non-gloryfying filmation about the mafia in Naples, suburb of Scampia. And read the novel the Sirens of Baghdad. Both are very interesting. This is clearly a men's world. And the winter will never end - microwaving my Honey Brown Microwavable Sleepy Bear. ("Fluffy substitute for a Hot Water Bottle. Clean with A damp sponge. Microwave for two minutes max.")

Found my missing morning sleeps at my bed around 2 pm. Not good. Not. Should be more active. Should be more active.