Into the arms...of America

I'm going home.








And yes, Siria, I am wearing my Pegasus underwear!

Well, I'm back.

I made it! I am safely in L.A., luggage and dignity mostly intact (though my box of Jaffa Cakes got kind of smooshed).

Thank you for all the comments wishing me a safe trip. I was at the very back of the plane (last row! seriously!) so it was kind of "gah!" at the time, but I made it, and that's what counts.

I read all of The Secret History and was thus kind of edgy for most of the flight, but it saved me from having to watch Cheaper by the Dozen 2.

Los Angeles is nice. I have already eaten: 1) mango, and 2) guacamole. And tomorrow I get to see spazatron! For yay!

I am very, very tired (it is three o'clock in the morning in Ireland and that's still where my clock's set) and thus probably incoherent. But I still went to the bookstore (the Barnes & Noble where I used to work, and let me just say, I can never shop there again; the possibility of running into someone I know is too terrifying) and bought Black Powder War, for yay again!

Soon, I believe, I shall pass out.

But first let me just say:

L.A. fen! Hiiiiiiiiiii! We should hang out!

Just, not today. *faints*