England's Journal: 2- post-flightDear Journal.At long last, the plane has landed.The flight wasn't as terrible as I had feared, probably because I was asleep for nearly all of it. The seats on American airlines are surprisingly soft and comfortable. Who would've guessed? I apologize for not only severely underestimating American airlines, but planes in general.I also underestimated how hot it would be. Simply rolling up my sleeves isn't near enough to keep me at a pleasurable temperature.Over the course of the flight, my dreams were, um, interesting. Sorry. Even though this journal is private, I have the terrible feeling that someday someone will open it, so, I won't write 'em down. Sure hope I didn't talk in my sleep - I've been known to do it before.Alfred keeps grinning at me in this peculiar sort of way. I asked him what the bloody hell he was making that face for. His response: "Artie, do you wear makeup?" Behold, the wrath of an angry Brit. I. Will. FUCKING. KILL. HIM. If. He. EVER. Asks. That.