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Mon, Jan. 23rd, 2006, 05:29 pm
Airplanes turn your brain into a used cottonball

My head feels like it is full of cotton. I arrived home last night after traveling over 25 hours. That's not including the 10 hours it took to get from Byron Bay to our hotel in Sydney, including delays. In my previous trips to Australia I'd been spoiled by Qantas and Air New Zealand's real glassware, ceramic plates, comfort kits, excellent food, and new airplanes with comfortable seats with screens in the backs that I control. United had disgusting food, shitty service, old hard seats, no view of the tv and non-working headset plugs, etc. At least we didn't have colds on the way back. Until I landed, anyway. Ich.

I got into work after two hours of fighting the snow and public transportation through a mix of waiting, driving, train, bus, and walking. And just as I was getting out of the elevator I bumped into a participant that Diane had scheduled for herself. I led him to her office, but she was nowhere to be found, so I just started in on the testing myself until she finally got here after fighting the snow and iced parking lot.

I'm still full of sun from Byron Bay. It's amazing how much energy sun, outdoors, and long days give me. I'll see how long I can keep up steam.