Questions I ask myself:

Why do I close and lock the door everytime I go pee, poo, or shower when I'm living alone in my hotel or apartment?
Why do Brits drive on the wrong side of the road?
When a client pays $XXXX a day for me, does he realize that I just graduated from college?
Why do Europeans where such tight jeans?
Why do fat people where such tight, scandalous clothes?
How have eskimos survived for hundreds of years living in igoloos and no heater?
Why I have nothing better to do than ask these questions to myself?

Ok, I'm an idiot... but please realize that I'm pretty sad right now. I might miss the Super Bowl because I'm in stinking London. My Raiders make it to the Super Bowl for the first time since I was old enough to remember, and I miss the stinkking Super Bowl?? WHAT THE HECK?!?!?! I'm in London for the first time in my life, but at the same time the Raiders are in the Super Bowl for the first time in living memory. Man... if I got to choose I'd rather be in the US watching the football game... oh well... sucks to be me (man.. I sound like a girl complaining about dumb stuff)