I got about five hours of sleep on the ten and a half hour Pacific transit. Nice high-quality sleep, too: I'd catnap for an hour, until I couldn't tolerate the discomfort anymore. I'd shift position and try it again. I need to get rich enough for first-class.

My stress levels got kind of high for a while after we landed. By the time I finshed customs, claimed my bag, and recheck my bag, my flight to San Diego was scheduled to begin boarding. And I didn't even have a boarding pass yet.

Luck was with me though, if not for a planeload of other people; my plane wasn't even here yet, it was late on the way from Denver. There was a giant line at the ticketing counter, but I had a confirmation number on my itinerary, which was good enough to get me a boarding pass from a self-serve machine with no line. I humped my aching self over to the correct terminal, and now I'm just looking out the window, waiting for my plane to arrive, and nursing a whanging headache and a bad attitude. My internal clock says it's almost 5 AM, and is annoyed at the lack of bed and the presence of the Evil One-Eyed Sky Demon.

The airport PA system just announced that the USO has a lounge open for service members. It'd be nice to rest there, but it's in a whole different terminal, and I don't really feel like hiking over there just to hike back in thirty minutes.

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