Let's just write a travel blog, because, why not?

For the past month I've been excited about this trip. Last night I was afraid.  Today I'm just bored and boring.  I've only just made my way to my first flight after a morning of catching fancy airport Pokémon, eating too much, and feeling generally ignorant about exchange rates as I bought currency I couldn't get from my local bank.  In short, I'm so American that the denizens of those unfortunate countries I plan to visit can probably see it from here.   Here, I feel confident enough, and I love my homeland in and of itself, but the state of the nation and the state of me leaves me completely embarrassed to show my face across the Atlantic.  What blends in here stands out like a sore thumb where civilization has been permitted to progress.  Plus my cellular data isn't free there, and I'm going to make a spectacle of myself when phone withdrawal induces a grand mal seizure.

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As luck would have it, a business class ticket to London also admits one to the "Sky Club" lounge.  It is indeed far more comfortable, not because the quality of the company improves at all, but because the seats are fitted with walls in place of armrests, so that we are not obliged to interact, and also so I might avoid any harsh judgment of my perfectly reasonable decision to consume diet soda and chocolate eggs for dessert.  One hour and twenty minutes remain before my overnight flight, but I could sleep right now.  Must resist.  😴