Have I Ever Told You How Much I *LOVE* The Airport in Philadelphia?

(alternatively titled, "How to Kill Seven Hours in an Airport Terminal Without Killing Yourself First")

Of course, it would WHOOSH right by, right? I mean, it's only seven hours, how bad could it be?

Bad. Really bad. The resident flies should be thankful I didn't have a magnifying glass. Seriously, the highlight of my day was finding a wall outlet with which I could re-charge my cell phone and my MP3 player.

It was just SOOOOOOOOO boring. At least it was nice and cool... for which I was very thankful.

By the way, did you realize that you can nap in a phone booth? OK, technically, more like a phone cubicle. Yet another good use for the inflatable neck pillow I bought at Wal-Mart.

Let me pass on a valuable tip: If you should ever find yourself having to spend a long time in an airport terminal with heavy and/or obnoxiously-sized luggage (such as a guitar), DO get one of those airport carts. Well worth the 3 bucks.

Anyway, the seven hours eventually DID pass... and I didn't kill myself, nor anyone else...

Not even a fly.