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Done.

I am tempted to just go to sleep and not do much in London before I fly to Edinburgh tomorrow afternoon. I’m fairly tired from the time difference and walking with luggage, and kind of dehydrated, or at least less hydrated than I’m used to. I will be back in London for three days in two weeks, so I don’t think I’ll feel too bad if I don’t do much during this shorter stint. But it’s only 1:20pm, so there’s probably plenty of time to get some sleep and do something… British.

On the plane, I wondered how much flight attendants get paid, what kind of benefits they get, and how much control they have over their schedules and selecting destinations. The point is, I want to see a lot of different places in the world. And assuming I would make enough money as a flight attendant to maintain a home base so I wouldn’t have to get rid of all my stuff, that might be a convenient way to see the world for a year or three. Theoretically, my dream job would facilitate travel (either by paying me a lot and giving me long vacations, or by having me work in a variety of locations) and also be something I love, probably relating to art and learning cool stuff. I don’t think serving people tiny drinks on an airplane quite meets all these requirements.

It will be interesting if I can figure out how to attend grad school in Scotland. Or somewhere else in Europe. More on that later.

Lastly, the flight over here was the best flying experience I’ve ever had. There’s an episode of Family Guy where Peter convinces Lois to be a flight attendant so he can get free flights. On one flight, he uses all the pillows on the plane to make a fort. It was kind of like that. I had three contiguous seats to myself and away from other humans. I made a pile out of the pillows and blankets that weren’t being used. And then I lay down and slept like a baby. An evil baby who inwardly mocks the poor saps in the vicinity who don’t have as much ridiculous space as him.

Additionally, the food was good, and the flight attendants were foxy. Cheers to you, Virgin Atlantic.

hopefully it will in scotland.

I still haven’t accomplished anything. Dan’s mockery didn’t make me any stronger. I’m supposed to have fixed up a drawing my brother made for a tattoo and sent it back to him. I’ve worked on it, but I should have been done two months ago. It is my hypothesis that not having completed this prevents me from working on my own stuff. So you’d think I would just finish the thing and move on.

I’m leaving for Scotland in sixteen days.

Grossly unprepared.