I am currently sitting in the terminal of the Boston airport after navigating through far more crowds than I expected for this hour on a Wednesday. I ate a nutritious breakfast of airport food and now find myself wondering if the guy in pajama pants and the "30 Seconds to Mars" t-shirt is also headed to the con. I also find myself contemplating whether or not he realizes (or cares) that plaid pj pants will never be particularly attractive in public. Finally, I look around this little purgatory-on-earth that is the gate and hope the rest of these poor schmucks realize was madness they're flying into the middle of.
Next up (hopefully): a cross-continental nap and then maybe some lunch. Stay tuned.