I love flying cross-country, especially when it involves getting up at 6 AM East Coast time. There's nothing like that feeling you get when you finally get home- that weird combination of sheer exhaustion from seven hours of travelling and the weird energy that comes from being cooped up due to seven hours of travelling. Too pumped to sleep, too tired to do anything but sleep, too much to do take it easy, not enough strength or brainpower to do anything. I even tried calling a friend and realized that I'm having problms with the English language. The only thing I can pretty much do right now is watch lots and lots of TV.

Oh well.