so it's now 4:25pm and i'm in philly. that means it's almost 6 o'clock at home. i left newfoundland at 7:30am...yesterday. i've been en route to ireland for almost 36 hours now, and i've still got several more to go. but it ain't no thang. i cried once, though. i'm twelve.
so yeah i'm in philly...and i'm having the most difficult time finding a friggin plug to charge my computer and watch a movie. there are literally 4 plugs in this entire terminal. i'd complain, but i feel like it's uncanadian of me. earlier today at a security check a soon as the guy saw i was canadian he asked what my favourite hockey team was. is that racism?
this will probably be one of the least coherent entries in history. i'm getting hungry, and instead of eating a philly cheesesteak, because...when in rome, i think i'm gonna eat a salad. is THAT racist? i don't know what's real anymore, but i do know that if i eat anymore grease i'm going to have to start hoping irish lads really enjoy pudgy girls.
there's also an italian place in my eye line with, what appears to be, pretty delicious mac and cheese. is mac and cheese as bad as philly cheesesteak?...she asked to the imaginary internet audience who isn't reading this.
anyway, i'm in philly and i'm gonna eat salad or mac and cheese. you're welcome for this exciting update in my life.
xo
jack attack.
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