Drink and Drink and Drink and Drink and Drink and Drink and Fight!

I am alive. I am well. It's 1:30, I'm over at Jayne's house. This will be a quick update... I have a few entries written up on my laptop, but... I'm not on my laptop. Eh, it'll come later, perhaps. I have a million pictures. Well, about 200 since I got here. Do you know that I don't have any photo-editing program on here? Jesus Christ Almighty, I can't even turn a picture black and white! Anyway.

Things I have done since I arrived:
Learned how to climb 4 different types of barbed-wire and other types of things meant to inhibit the climbing of things.
Talked down a bar-fight.
Been to 14 pubs (I have them all written down, and my thoughts on them.)
Fallen in love with Gin and Tonic.
Remembered my love for Guinness.
Met many, many friendly people.
Taken up smoking as a way of meeting people (it's lovely for it.)
Got so unaccountably drunk that I fell into a Belfast accent and met some women who would not believe that I was from Canada.
Made up a dashing story of who I am (writer), where I was born (Groomsport), where I've been (Paris, Berlin, etc.), where my Mother and Father were born (Belfast and Dublin, respectively), and the whole damn family history.
Made people believe said story.
Been hit.
Had a nice chat with the police.
Ran from the police.
etc.

Holy shit, it has been a great adventure so far. I keep a little journal on me that I have been writing things in (and it helps with the writer story), and you should see it. It always gets funnier the drunker I get. Here's one entry: "July 8th, 12:02: Alright, I am drunk. I can accept that. I've learned to accept that." (It reminds me of the Achewood where Ray is high: "That's Todd. I know him. I know Todd." In fact, read that comic: http://m.assetbar.com/achewood/uuabz9GRp)

Anyway, tea's ready. God I love tea. Jesus, look at that list. I'm not coming home guys. I love you all dearly, but I'm not going to make it back alive. I can accept that. I've learned to accept that.