I'm so lonesome I could cry,
I've never seen a night so long.
When time goes crawling by,
And the moon goes behind a cloud...
Did you ever see me weep
When I've lost the will to live?
I'm so lonesome I could cry.
The silence of a falling star
Lights up the darkening sky,
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry.

I cannot believe how quickly the day went. Just one thing after another. Maybe, finally, this is enough to keep me occupied all day. Maybe.

Booked flights for October 5. Dunedin to Auckland then Auckland to London. Will pick up a cheapie flight from London to Dublin when I get to Heathrow. Total cost is $1693.67. Not too bad at all. Straight onto the visa, which I'll pay off before I go. And save ten grand so I can go in style.

I need to get away, and it was either Ireland or London. And while I love London, I can't make a home there. I can make a home in Ireland. And I can live and work there forever if I choose without any worry about working visas etc etc.

I will go down to Cork eventually to see Eva and Stuart, and Greg, and out to Dun Laoghaire to see Tommy. Then probably down to Kinsale for a week or more, across to Killarney to wander through the castle again, then over to the West to take in some beautiful scenery. Mountains, lakes, grey brooding skies.

Pure aloneness. Parts of Ireland where you can go for miles without seeing another human being.

I remember standing on the edge of a cliff looking down into a bright green field with a dark purple sky overhead, just about to pour with rain. Everything seemed more real; I seemed more real.