jet lag is for wussies

Wow. I'm actually here. It's hard to fathom - that right outside this little window is a whole new country. It's 10:30 pm my time, and quiet. It's been a long but good day.

I arrived at 11 am and managed to work in some initial essentials:

-rode the 'Tube' - London's underground subway system

-bought a 'bacon butty' in the Ireland airport Burger King (bacon, catsup, and a bun???)

-drank something delicious called H2Oh! 

-took a nap :)

-went grocery shopping and paid in pounds

-didn't get pick-pocketed, despite the high level of paranoia generated by my guidebook (and my mom) on the subject

-tried out my pluggy thing that's supposed to make my laptop plug work and it didn't

-managed not to break out my map in public so as not to arouse suspicion of my tourist status

-did not, even one time, say "Righto" or "Cheers" (it was hard.)

I leave you now to collapse into bed and regain some of the five hours I've lost. 

Cheers!