Away
4rth day in Europe and i can't sleep. I prob slept for an hour before Briggs woke me up accidently and i can't fall back asleep. I thought my heart was racing but it's not, just weird and awake, 2 hours later. I think i finally kinda realized I'm not home. I'm not near home. I look out the window and it's not michigan looking back at me. Yep has been good. Jake basically broke his foot and then his tooth. Food had been great, people seem nice. I liked London alot more than I'd guessed. People seem more healthy, but more content with, i don't know, being bricks. I dont see much personality but I'm just a passer by. Pretty sure they think I'm homeless.