I'm soooo happy to be home.
I didn't sleep more than 4 hours in a row the entire week. I'm completely exhausted. I think I spent more time in my hotel room awake in the middle of the night than I did in the office. Next trip I'm doing the pill thing. I'm going to get NoDoze and melatonin and benedryl and god knows what else to keep me awake when I need to be awake and asleep when I need to be asleep.
Okay, it's 5 p.m. PST now. I'm going to try to stay up for a few more hours and then I'm going to be out like a light. I've been going for a pretty long time... I woke up yesterday from Jet Lag at like 8 p.m. PST, was packed and out the door around 11 p.m. PST (after Skyping with Ana), after taxiing, training, walking, queing, queing, and queing was in the air around 3 a.m. PST and arrived in SFO around 2:30 p.m. PST and was home by 3:30 p.m. PST. In one sense, that's a looong ass day. In the other sense, I left at 11 a.m. and arrived at 2:30 p.m. on the same day, half way around the world... So that's astounding.
Okay, this is me vegging.