What time zone am I really in?

I'm back in L.A. and it oddly feels nice to be back, although I could use another week off @ home...anyway, Blake was my lifesaver and picked me up last night and we even set aside tonight for another "Battlestar Galactica" marathon, which makes me very happy. The trip back was really, ridiculously slow, as the original plane had maintenance problems, so we were delayed an hour to wait for a plane to come from Denver, and then people don't know how to board an airplane efficiently; what's so hard about putting your stuff under your seat or above you and sitting down? Make sure you have what you need/want for the trip in the bag (if you have 2) that's not totally put away...I mean, hello, common sense. The ride itself was hot, stuffy, but had a nice view from the window. I love it when the flight attendants give you the entire can of juice, rather than this measly little cup with like 3 oz. We ended up hitting the ground @ 10:30, I made it to Van Nuys around 11:20ish and didn't get home until 12:30.
So, I'm totally not going to be w/ it for a few days, as my body is completely screwed up from time changes...blah; I mean, I woke up @ 7:30 this morning...of course, those stupid birds and noisy suburb noise didn't help, but still...that's an hour and 1/2 before Plus, the irony in life never ceases to amaze me, as I said the other night that my sex drive was all but dead, however, now (and last night) I'm totally in the mood for a long night of hot, wild, animalistic sex. But, we all know THAT'S going to happen, as I have men lining up @ my door...I swear, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that travelling makes one horny as all get out.

I'll post about how things went on Saturday night a little later, when I can actually think. I will say, however, that those 2-3 hours were THE MOST awkward moments in my life. Not something I wish to repeat EVER AGAIN. As I said, I'll write more later. Off to the shower.