This is my last day here with friends. We're all going to meet in about an hour and a half to go to the Roost for our last drink. It's depressing. Tomorrow is my packing (I have started now.) and general depressing/doing nothing day, then the cab comes at half six Monday morning and I get very depressed and cry. (Not that I won't cry tonight when we all say goodbye.) Jackie and I are going to watch movies later. Why do I have to leave?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! *insert temper tantrum*

Well, I'm going to go now. *sigh* I don't want to leave Ireland.