Where is the hotel?

feels like flying

i can't sleep. it's 8:14 am in istanbul and i am wide awake.  i was asleep a couple hours ago for probably 45 minutes. i'd fallen asleep to the sweet sounds of cliff lee and the cleveland indians beating the yankees.  and then what i am assuming was the muslim call to prayer went off at like 5 AM.  that woke me up.  this does not bode well for my day of sightseeing tomorrow.  i am quite sure that that will not happen now.  so much pressure to do so much in so little time on these tours to exotic places. 

hung out in the new terminal 5 at heathrow today for a good few hours.  i liked it.  it is the polar opposite of everything heathrow. no lines, lots of light. and the business class lounge is loaded with free food.

it might be getting time for a career change seeing that i really would just rather be in LA.

at least during baseball season.

i don't care if it rains or freezes

whoops.  it's may.  i am about to go to turkey.  my flight leaves in 30 mins.

there's nothing worse than a man with a 8 year old dell laptop yelling "the king is dead" as the cavs lose GAME ONE! of the series against the celtics.  i am not even worried.  but FUCK massholes.  they are everywhere and they are just as lame in the admiral's club LAX as they are on the street behind fenway.

see you in turkey.