New York, New York!

We are in New York at our hotel. Our room is tiny and I've already made the joke that Spiderman would no trouble knocking on our window given the giant ledge outside. We got in late because our train broke down somewhere in Pennsylvania. But we are here now. I have no idea what we are going to do today: we haven't planned that far ahead. Maybe hunt down the drunk idiots who woke us up at 4am with their loud, giggly conversation in the hallway. We have the camera and so will have pictures. This is going to be awesome.

Bleck

Dear digestive tract,

I have not done an unusually large amount of walking. I have not been eating richer food. I have not been under any sort of stress on this trip. So why the hell have I had to run to the bathroom not once, not twice, but three times today? WTF? This is my vacation. Stop ruining!

No love,
Tsaiko