from wednesday morning:
helloooooo,
i am writing to you right now at edinburgh airport, 6:08 am. D: i've been up since 4 (when i woke up 15 minutes before the alarm panicking that we had overslept and missed our flight), and i've had my first yogurt since i left london, although i have not yet been able to eat a banana*.
that's about all the mental functioning i am capable of right now, so i will leave off for now. my scottish quarter (which i am now much more connected to) says, "och, ye muckle braeket haever!"**
*bananas, which have been my comfort food for the past 6 months or so, were recently tainted in my mind by 2 unfortunate factors: 1, my beloved aunt warning me that they "back you up" even time she saw me eating one (i.e., at least once a day), and 2, during the 24 hour period including my nyc-london flight i ate about 4 bananas and then was embroiled in a stunning display of digestive pyrotechnics, which if anything proved that bananas have the exact opposite effect of that postulated by my auntie. so, you want a banana?
**bit of scottish the tour guide taught us yesterday, spelled sort of phonetically, meaning something along the lines of "och, you great stupid-looking nonsense-speaker." braw, isn't it?
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