6:26am, dublin...

so i'm in dublin for a week...been here 5 days so far. i have by far THE most comfortable bed ever in my hotel room, and for the first time i can remember i want to buy the bathrobe. imagine how much room that would take up in my loser back-pack. it's so un-glam.

my mum rang me at 6:26am. she thought it was hours later. daylight saving and all...i get depressed here in the northern hemisphere when it ends...i mean, it's 3pm and the sky tells you it's late afternoon. anyways, anyone else rings me that early, i just fall back asleep whilst they're on the phone. but not my mum...i got time to talk to her anytime.

sinead is nice. she gave me a big hug when i first met her and she meant it. there are 18 of us on tour. it's crazy. i am learning to understand patois, the jamacian dialect. danny reckons i'll be smoking pot and chilling to reggae by the end of the tour. right.

you can tell it's early...i've shared nothing interesting.

f x