Please Use Dipped Headlights

I feel like I'm lying when I say that I'm in London and I kind of am. Heathrow isn't London. It's an airport, its own dominion. But here I am and I'm exhausted. I keep falling asleep for brief moments at random times...like in the airport right before boarding at JFK, and when the plane was taxiing into here. Oh well. The end is in sight and I'm paying too much for the internet.

But Jesus is smiling down upon thee because you can see picturezZz from my trip thus far here.

Driving on the wrong side,
Bee Electric