The Sleepless Traveler

So, I went to California. As a bit of a Christmas package I got a ticket to see Eddie Izzard and a ticket to see my brother and his wife. The flights and everything went well but by taking a 6am flight I made the poor executive decision to stay up all night. Spread across the two flights I slept maybe fifteen minutes. As the time marched on I took more than a few self portraits to document my descent into sleepless insanity.
Here we see me, awake maybe 27 hours.
The other pictures are from within the plane, at LAX, in the car with Melissa and ultimately at Josh's apartment in Brea.