Maybe I haven’t embraced the fast-paced LA lifestyle as much as I’d thought (or as much as my new co-workers have told me I’ve “gone studio”). A flight to LA and a day-long meeting were enough to knock me out; as soon as I got back to the hotel room, I was comatose. I’d planned to go by the City Walk for dinner and maybe see War of the Worlds (or, I’m ashamed to admit, Bewitched was my back-up plan), but didn’t wake up until midnight. I blame only have two or three hours of sleep last night. It’s possible I’m just not cut out to be a Frequent Business Traveller.
So it’s dinner of Cokes and a Snickers from the mini-bar and an evening alone with my blog and the Cartoon Network. Worst part is that I think I’ve enjoyed it more than I would have going out. Maybe next trip I’ll hit the town.