Baby, I'm back!

Don't look no farther!

Landed back in LAX like a bat out of hell. Eyes burning, objects twisting and warping: a warm trippy dream under the influence of sweet, sweet, sleep deprivation. Hardly time to sleep or breath. Just go home, drink a beer over some bad news, see Jammy Jams and Che, take a shower..the tub shifting like an aircraft. Chug three glasses of water and go to sleep until my body rudely awakens at 5am. I've slept in a mere 6 hours! Lay back down and stare at the ceiling for an hour trying to figure out where the hell I am. Remember I do in fact work for a living;). "Routine" button switches "on". Shower, dress, eat some dinner, brush your teeth. Wrap the tie and fix the hair. Damn a beer sounds good right about now. But, that's unhealthy and unproductive thinking though, it's only 7am and you have to be productive today. Immersed in rush hour traffic; no longer on "outsider" status. I'm on the inside, this is me, this is my life! Is it? Sure it is.

Go in to find the office half empty, boss out on vacation. Did anyone know I was gone? Open the outlook to find hundreds of unread emails. Sure they did. Locate nearest caffeine supply, doesn't seem to help. Go out and eat the biggest, gut-wrenching, Greek-American lunch ever. American portions: They're a killer. But, I saw the challenge, and the challenge was met. Back to the office, bloated and disorientented, I close the door. Ah, fleeting thoughts, jamming to the Ipod, staring out the window into the endless, brilliant, blue sky. What a good trip!

"Paul, you are quiet today, are you okay?"..."Oh, I'm fine, just catching up on my email here."

Neighbor SMS' me to ask if I can water the pepper plants and if I want to hit up happy hour. I know he wants to get drunk tonight, but my body is screaming "no"! Or is it a "yes"? Ah, who cares, my body lies to me anyway, and for good reason after what I've put it through;)

Tick-tock, tick-tock, work day be over please. Necesito una cerveza por favor.