In Ireland
Mar. 2nd, 2008 07:11 amMade it. No scary events. Well, none that damaged me or my property. I even got about 6 hours of sleep on the flight over. The sun is shining outside my hotel window. I am going to see how much time I can spend wandering.
Jet lag is a game of how late I can stay up. This is the most difficult day.
Jet lag is a game of how late I can stay up. This is the most difficult day.
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Date: 2008-03-04 03:32 pm (UTC)It's not that I'm allergic, I'm just intolerant. And pissed off when people charge money for inedible food.
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Date: 2008-03-05 06:37 am (UTC)Not that I mind bell peppers. My button is potatoes. The Irish seem convinced that they are vegetable and belong in EVERY dish. And on the side. Usually in at least two forms on the side. Undocumented. I have the same conversation with every ordered meal, but on potatoes.
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Date: 2008-03-05 06:31 pm (UTC)Better. Monday morning it actually took a turn for the better. I can function through the teaching part without a kleenex under my nose or drugs in my system. Clearly a win.