Lots of things I could talk about (buses making three point turns in freeway on ramps, yuppies getting mauled by airport security, Japanese girls experiencing the cartoon physics of over-packing, flying in front of the curtain while dressed like a roadie for Motorhead that shops at Nieman Marcus, what happens when twenty Ethiopian women arrive at the security stand at the same time), but I'm so tired that it would mostly likely come out as Incan-Monkey-God speak.

Tomorrow, maybe.