"You're familiar with those stories from people who awaken from a sort-of air hypnosis, on a plane somewhere over somewhere, with no idea of where they came from or where they're going. Those stories never pull my heartstrings, as this complaint sounds a lot like someone complaining about their servants or the lack of good titanium bike rentals on Santorini. Count your blessings, get some sleep and try to do some good for the world, I say.
"That said, it's a rare 'warm San Francisca night,' and very warm out here in the East Bay suburbs as well, as I face the blank screen and try to remember exactly what trade show it was that I attended at Moscone Center a few weeks ago..."
