May 9th, 2005

grave

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I'm in Atlanta and I've survived the second of the dinners with my coworkers. Jet lag is trying to kill me, particularly with the getting up at 7AM ET. My body still thinks it's 4AM. Broken. I'm pretty happy so far though, I only had to excuse myself once declaring that I hoped the conversation had changed by the time I got back. If the bed in the hotel were softer, I might have actually slept last night and not felt like I'd been hit by bricks this morning. Thursday is dinner with my cousin, then Friday's the flight home. I think I'll survive till then.

This update has been brought to you by 2 beers and some serious jet lag.