Exciting thing that happened this afternoon: My boyfriend surprised me with a week long trip to Dublin.
Unexciting, and really kind of alarming thing: I've spent the last few hours trying to think up reasons why it's not a good idea, and really the only solid thing is that it *might* interfere with my training for the Boston Marathon.
I've been incredibly homesick, and I really want to go, so why can't I just say yes and go with it?
ETA. A not insignificant part of my reaction is the thought of trying to fit everything into ten days.