Gone, Man. Gone.
I'm killing time at LAX, wondering what sane civilization books 6:15am flights knowing that security lines and driving time push the wake-up buzzer back to 3am. I'm never booking anything before 11am again. And I'm sure as hell flying non-stop. This early-call, long-travel time business is nuts.
Anyway, I'll deal. I got nearly no sleep at all, so I'll crash on the plane, but I'm still downloading the last episode of This American Life to listen to on the plane.
Unfortunately, I was wrong about all episodes being available as free downloads. Just a few are, from what I can find. Too bad, really, and kind of puzzling, given that this show is funded by NPR.
Still, offering downloads from iTunes is progressive, I guess. Just a buck.
Yeah, I can feel the sleep deprivation crash coming on. I have the urge to go on Hunter S. Tompson-esque rants, but really all I can think about is my contacts drying out and my sneaking suspision that I left the headphone adaptor for my phone at home.
Anyway, my flight is bording in a few minutes, so I'm outta here. Photos when I get a chance, and (maybe) microblogging via my Twitter stream, at least until I find something else to do to pass the time until I hit Boston.