Since I have returned from Los Angeles I have felt a little off. I returned to two out of four kids sick and I of course was sick within 24 hours.

I Sang out of bed after my first night home, feeling like I had to go. There was driving to be done and people to meet! I wondered for a split second if the complimentary hot breakfast would be as good as it sounded. Would there be a hot waffle iron again?

Then it hit me... You are home...There is no where to go... There is no self serve waffle iron or even a cup of coffee ready. I am home and my kids are sick and it is cloudy outside and I am depressed!

I had always worried about the fact stand up comedians travel. I did not think I would be able to adapt to the life on the road, but after five days of road I was having withdraws!

I love hotels and I love free breakfast and I love little shampoos and lotions. I love driving! I love driving so long that when you get out your legs are jello and you stand still but you still feel like your moving.

I loved Hollywood!!! In Hollywood no matter where you go people are nice to you. It is nothing like the movie Pretty Woman. Me and Ruth looked a bit dusty and walked into elite shops and were greeted like millionaires. We walked into a Starbucks in West Hollywood and I swear everyone turned and said Good Morning.

In Hollywood everyone greets everyone like they are someone. Even if they are not someone today they might be tomorrow.

Here back home it is just not that way. You are no one no matter who you are. No one says hello and no one thinks anything of it. Now after my trip it is all I can think of. I don't want to treat everyone this way. I have been known to flip some the bird as I cut my way threw traffic, but not anymore! I will just cut threw and blow my horn and wave and say "Good morning! Sorry! Excuse me! You are the best but please get the f- out of my way! Love YOU!"

Oh well... I am home and now my head cold is finally starting to break up and thoughts seem to be flowing again. I still wish for the hot waffle iron and to magically have clean towels hanging on my towel rack, but I will be ok.

The next chance I get I am getting THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!!