Oh CollegeHumor.com...

Please keep skewering my teen years.

SFO...

This has to be one of the smallest airports I've ever had the pleasure of enduring. Security doesn't open up until 4 am, so if you get there eariler you have to hurry up and wait. Oh, and the drink place doesn't open unil 4:30 so I have to sit here with a bad case of cotton mouth and wait.

Note to self...

Don't drink and blog.

Don't ever answer my text messages...

Because I might drunkenly call you at 2 am your time and talk to you for 30 minutes, before I realize I'm drunk.

Dear blogger

I'm so amazingly drunk right now I can't even feel my extremities. I hope I spelled that right because I don't even know.

My God, I'm full if snot...

That is all.

A friend of mine just sent me this...

"You are on the bus when you suddenly realize you need to fart in a bad way. The music is really loud, so you time your farts with the beat. After a couple of songs, you start to feel better as you approach your stop, and no longer regret eating that extra helping of taco bell. As you are leaving the bus, people are really staring you down. And you realize: you were listen to your iPod."

Now I know what pregnant women are talking about when they say mucus plug...

I just blew something big, sap yellow, and hard from both my nostrils.

Only in San Francisco...

I just got heckled by a girl in dreads.

Oh and damn there are a lot of hot Asians here. I might be developing Yellow Fever...

I'm an OBIEE dashboard modifying ninja...

That is all.

Seriously this place is so mich like a bomb shelter...

I think I can hear the Nazis are flying overhead.

I arrive at the building...

And it is a shithole of the highest degree. You'd thinl that since this is a corporate headquarters, that it'd be a halfway decent building. This looks like a used bomb shelter. I've seen insane asylums that were more warm and inviting.

Holy Frak...

I just spent $33 on a continental breakfast. Good thing I could sign it to a room that I'm not paying for.

What a fun way to start the day...

OK, obviously I made it safely. Went and probably did all my touristy stuff then: rode the trolly (which broke on the trip back), took some pictures, and ate some ciopino on the bay.

So this morning, I'm trying to get my body used to the time difference when my boss decides to call me three times. At 5 AM pacific time. To tell me something that I could have found out in a couple more hours and the world wouldn't have ended. Sigh... Oh well. This is going to be a long day.

Guess I should get up and shower...

Jesus, I'm in the smallest plane possible...

I feel like a sardine in a can...

I told you Tom was a cheap bastard...

He refused to let me get something from a a vending machine, because I wouldn't get a receipt to get reimbursed. So I had to get something from Freshens, so I could get a receipt.

Sitting in the concourse...

Sitting here in the concourse with Tom. Just had a tearful farewell with Steph. I hate myself just a little bit for being too much of a coward to fly by myself later in the day; sigh. I'm not very happy right now.

At the airport...

At the airport now, waiting on Steph to get back with a coffee so we can sit for a bit before I have to check in.

Getting ready to head to the airport...

Right now, I'm making last minute preparations to head to Hartsfield-Jackson Airport to head to San Francisco for a work project. I am not looking forward to this trip; I'm missing my wife's 12 week sonogram for it, and that's eating me up inside. Plus it will be the longest I've been without her since we met. On top of that, today is a work holiday. So I don't even get to enjoy my day off.