day 1 look it's fine or whatever but someone needs to track down jetlag and punch it right in the face. i can't handle it. i consider myself a moderately-to-very strong person but i cannot deal with jetlag at all, not even a tiny bit, i hate being tired so much it makes me all weepy about things. i've cried four times today and all for very stupid reasons: i saw mountains the tiny 14-year-old boy in a pink sweatershirt next to me on the plane was reading a book about ada love