I flew from Sydney to Hong Kong.
Here's how much of a global idiot I am.
I thought the flight was, well what can it be? 3 hours? 4?
Oh, it's NINE.
I was already majorly sleep deprived, and I can't sleep on planes.
Because of "Jaws" I have an obsessive fear of sharks (I Google "Shark Attack" every couple weeks. There's almost always a new one), and the guy a row up across the aisle has like, "Greatest Hits of the Great White Shark Attacks" video on continuously.
I can not look away.
I am certain the plane's going down, and I'll survive only to be savagely eaten from the waist down, having a heart attack the entire time.
So, add all that to going into Hong Kong by yourself for the first time.
It was 1 am.
Nobody in the airport spoke english, when I arrived at the hotel I had to beg Ann Rubenstein for local money to pay the cab.
And the next day we had a night shoot that started at 4pm and went til 6am.
Luckily that morning, Adam got a sports page, and the Cubs had beaten Atlanta.
I finally felt a little normal.