I'm tired and there is nothing soft to lie on and the guy with the Vaio next to me keeps farting. I think Vaios might be powered by farts. If the airport's "homemade" soup and "homemade" muffins are actually homemade, then the 3 older Filipinas at the Greek stand that I saw come in at 5:30am have been cooking all night. They like me because I put $2 in their tip jar. I think Cory Doctorow is 3 seats over from me, but it might not be him.