Dear God, it's me Abbey.

I just reached hour 12 of the worst work related trip I've ever taken. Seriously.

Started at 10am with a tearful goodbye, and it's now 10pm with me finishing up my layover. The only rationale for why this is happening, other than the almost-ex-job giving me one final FU, is that God was concerned I'd be underwhelmed with San Diego given all the hype so He thought making the trip nearly impossible would make me appreciate it more.

Thanks God.