I like driving and I like to think I'm a reasonably competent driver, but the last 60 miles into LA were purely scary.
I'm used to Tucson, where people tend to drowse off at red lights and four-way stops turn into social occasions. Californians drive as if the world is going to end tomorrow, and they don't want to live to see it.
Bao has spent the past couple of days sleeping through a seminar on internet marketing -- I stayed awake and (hopefully) learned a few tricks.
Tomorrow, BookExpo.