Ireland Pt. 3: Jet Lag

HEY.

I made it back to America, unscathed and unslept.

As it turns out, the 5 or 6 hour time difference is easier on the way back. Because I went to bed at like 12, thinking I was going to sleep for like, 12 hours.

Wrong. It's 9 am.

So I guess I'll update the last few days of the trip.

We crashed a wedding. That was awesome.I'd put up a picture from it, but I slept at Isaiahs house, on his computer, because I thought I would fall asleep driving the 2 minutes back home.

I really overestimated my tiredness...

But after crashing a wedding, we went to bed and woke up, and did some stuff, then went back to our pub, and hung out, and I ended up talking to the guy playing guitar in the pub for money, and ended up getting invited to play some songs so he could take a smoke break.

So I had like, 20 drunken Irish women singing Jason Mraz with me.

Best day ever.

Unfortunatly, that thought only pertained to about twenty minutes of that day, because 2 hours after leaving the pub, (2 am) we were driving to the airport, (4 am).

That is why I felt the need to go to bed, and why I'm writing to you at 9 am. Actually, it's 10 now.

I have no idea what I did for the last hour.

ONE LAST NOTE ON SLEEPINESS:

Earliuer, when I woke up, I looked outside and saw a rabbit, so I investigated. When I got out there, the rabbit just stared at me.

So I stared back.

This literally went on for like 2 minutes. So, I looked away for literally 1 second, because I had to get some moisture back in my eyeballs, and seriously, he was gone. So I was like, oh god, am I halucinating? Because I was still not convinced I was awake.

I was seriously bugging out at this point.

Then I looked behind a bush, and the rabbit was like, what up, I'm real, and behind this bush.

FIN.