I'm in Philadelphia, bogarting the only plug-in I can find at the gate. I'm also something like four hours early for the flight. Watching the customs guys mill around (they better not know that I'm illegally pirating music here), as well as the gigantic behemoth airplane that's supposed to take me over an ocean. I swear, this thing is so goddamn big...it has just under five million windows and this massive bulging underbelly that holds everyone's precious shit.
The wireless here is going in and out, but I have music to listen to and inane shit to write about, so we're cool. I managed to pick up a massive cold somewhere between Philadelphia and Skytop, PA (this swanky-ass place where the wedding was) and hence spent the past couple of days in this Day/NyQuil-induced haze, but everything's all right now. Thanks, body, you're a champ.
Okay, none of that is interesting. Really, nothing right now is terribly interesting, unless you're about four years old (oooh, look, BIG AIRPLANE!! oooh, look, it's engine will suck you in and spit you out and still have room for dessert!).
Apparently, it's cold in Innsbruck. So it goes. I might have missed biking season completely. Damn.