Oh yeah, that's why I hated traveling

Some people leave their hearts in San Francisco. I left my brain in Long Beach. Ahh, the joys of jet lag. It's almost 4pm, and I've not been able to get a single piece of real work done. On the other hand, I turned in my receipts for reimbursement and secured a hotel for my next trip.

Remind me to tell you how much I hate Continental some time.