It's just after 6 a.m., and I'm sitting at gate E8 at Portland International Airport, blogging thanks to the free wireless Internet. The day began at 1 p.m. Monday when I woke up back in Corvallis. I spend the day running around the apartment like a small, lost animal, attempting to cram 11 days worth of clothing into a small amount of space. It's like the scene in Apollo 13 where they have to make the square thing fit into the circle thing ... except not at all ... because nobody's life was at risk in my case. That was a bad analogy. I just wanted to mention Apollo 13 cause it's a pretty cool movie.

Gotta go -- they're boarding first class.

Ha ... I actually get on because I'm emergency exit row and therfore get special treatment. Because of that I can blog no more. See you in New York.