Back from Jersey and man, I'm tired. I know travelling is exhausting, especially when you're flight gets cancelled and you have to take a later flight with a three-hour layover in Chicago, but I don't think that's the only reason why I'm so tired. There's something about the surrealness of it: that one day I'm at work, all stressed out and frantic over sales meetings and trade shows and crazy deadlines and then a couple of days later, I'm half-drunk in New Jersey watching a bunch of very Jewish middle-aged woman dancing to some Wedding Band's rendition of Donna Summer's "Bad Girls."

Somewhere, several times this weekend I kept on asking myself this- "where the hell am I and what the hell am I doing here?"