Assistant: "What colour?"
I'm in LA! Ewww. First impression: LA is fugly.
Second impression: Egad! My throat, it burrrrns!
Omnomnom coffee icecream.
First half of the flight from Sydney to LA was ... a trial of my patience. *eyetwitch* The guy sitting behind me kept kicking my seat, and every time I dozed off I woke myself up. Augh.
Daniel, Rose and I were seated near each other but not next to one another. (Stephen was in another section and we didn't see him all flight.) The flight was about half empty. Halfway through the flight I got fed up and sat next to Rose and managed to get some sleep. The company helped a lot.
Damn citrus trying to kill me. *mutter mutter*
"Deplane" is such a weird word.
The iPhone has a brilliant battery life if you switch off all the RF stuff and limit use of the screen.
I should probably get some US currency. And a US mobile sim card.
P.S. Timezones are fucking stupid. Damn LiveJournal, I know I'm posting in the past! Go away.