In rather immortal words (and that I find myself unable to think of anything else to begin with): Well, I'm back.

My flights took off on time both times, and I touched down early on both flights. This time there was no Broken Plane Syndrome, either, which probably had a lot to do with it. Arriving at 19:20 or so last night, I proceeded badger my parents to get me, well, Japanese food for dinner. I can't say that I'm ready yet to face anything else. Also attracted the attention of a stranger in the airport with my Yomiuri Giants hat. Nice guy for a middle-aged stranger talking Japanese baseball in the baggage claim of an airport.

Here's some fun math for everyone to hurt themselves with. A plane takes off from Nagoya, Japan, at 15:30 on August 07th. It arrives in San Fransisco, California, on August 07th, at 10:20 in the morning. (Why yes, I do bring greetings and news from the future, why do you ask?)

Also, here's something else that should be fun to think about: if we go by that in Japan right now it's 22:00 on the night of the 8th, I've been awake since 8:00 on the morning of the 7th. Delirious? Me? You dare suggest such a thing.

Of course, if I don't stay awake until a decent time tonight, I'm only going to make the jet lag worse. Someone, come to me now to distract me from the calls of sleep!

Oh yeah, and how 'bout that rain this morning? Oh, wait, it all happened at 4:00 while normal people slept.