Hey yous guys.
It's 1:48 pm and I'm sitting in a terminal waiting for a plane. Not the right terminal of course. We're supposed to be at 46A and we're sitting in 43B. Don't ask why.
A lot has happeend in the 45 minutes I've been here.
First, we were walking and my mom pointed at some funny dressed men (I'll draw a picture and show you some other time.) And then I looked left and I didn't watch where I was going and I ran into one of them head on. And I was all oh sorry! and he had a brittish accent and it was AWESOME. (I <3 brits. Theyre awesome.)
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