11 24 pm pdt   [ sheets of her own ]

Mmmmm, my beautiful bed is calling to me. I am so happy to be spending the night at home. My flannel sheets are my best friend. You see, my flight from Houston, Texas to Las Vegas last night was delayed nearly two hours last night (due to mechanical failure!) which meant that I couldn't fly into LA until this morning. They offered to get me into Vegas by 4 am and then fly me to LA at 7 am. I said I preferred to stay in Houston. They said the first flight out this morning was at 6 am. I said no way. They said the next was at 8 50. It stopped in Phoenix. I said there was no way I was going on anything but a direct flight. If we stopped anywhere, I knew we'd get stuck there. Remind me never to fly America West again.

So I got myself a stay at the airport Sheraton, with no toothbrush, deoderant, or change of clothes. And this morning I got myself on a 9 40 flight into LA. My luggage, which arrived at 8 pm last night, was easily retrieved. I dropped it off at home, took a quick shower, and headed over to work for the second half of the day. I even stayed late. My new assignment, which I am really looking forward to, is to design tutorials for our new product.

For dinner, Doyle invited me out with two of his online hacker friends. Doyle asked me to wear a dress, so I changed in under a minute. We stuffed ourselves at Chin Chin and then popped by the beach to listen to the crash of the surf in the darkness. Exhaustion has enveloped me...

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