8 Hours Later
So, it's been about 8 hours and already I've broken down and am using the internet on the ship. Mostly I'm just checking it out and saying, "Hello, I didn't die in a plane crash." You probably know that already, since my flight was yesterday and you haven't heard about any big plane crashes over the pacific.
This place is a trip. Seriously. One of the smallest girls I've ever met, my cousin by marrige, has told me that I should just be ordering 2 entres at a time. Why? Why not. She's going to. And she's, seriously, like 1/3 of me. Maybe less. She's tiny tiny.
The ship's moving now, and I don't want to pay much more than $5 a day on the internet, so... I'm off. Hope all's well at home, check ya'll later.
P.S. Don't e-mail me. I won't be checking it.