I saw Alex Campos

Why did they even make that hour in the morning??

The last time I heard my alarm clock go off was at 3:30am, almost yesterday now. Getting up almost seemed painful, if putting my contacts in wasn't. What a long day of sitting in airports, airplanes, taxis and busses. And now, I find myself laying on my back with my knees up, typing this.

There isn't much to say but that I did get to sleep for about half the time on the flight from St. Louis to Miami (yes! Miami... flying over the city was cool; the airport was not near as nice as Dallas)... and an hour of sleep on the way to Mexico... and an hour of sleep on the 4 hour bus ride.

All in all, not too bad.

It almost seems surreal being back in Mexico... I've been so busy this last month that I haven't even had much time to think about it... but now I'm here and... I'm yawning.

So, I'll finish this later.

PS> Note this day as also the day that I will forever kick myself for: I saw Alex Campos in the airport and didn't talk to him. DOH.