this must be the place

I got nada because I'm royally fucked these days as well. Am not going to L.A. for yet another conference from hell, but that's only because I can't breathe. Last time I got on a plane feeling like this (same job, same shit), my ears went BERSERK and the guy next to me thought he was sitting next to a clinically insane freak because I spent the entire flight clutching my head (my ears were in agony from the pressure) and moaning for someone to kill me. I'm sure he thought about it, although the only weapon on hand was a Southwest airline coffee stirrer. Inadequate to the task. I've never seen anyone sprint down a gangway faster.