So yeah

I want to blog the crap out of Iceland. That's the thing.

When I was fifteen, I traveled to Norway and in that time, I kept a very intimate diary of my experiences there that has come to mean a lot to me now, years later. The only problem was, it was in the form of a badly-drawn manga comic about myself if I were also a Digi-destined, from the show Digimon. There are a lot of complicated reasons why I did this, but we don't need to get into that right now. We do need to get into how much I'm going to do this really, really hard until I lose interest or my battery runs out in exactly one hour. I didn't buy an adapter, and I still haven't figured out the currency.

It's almost midnight, and it's still streaky and light here in Reykjavik. GO.