the start

Look at me, 35,000 feet in the air strapped to a bomb. I'm running on 2 hours of sleep at this point for no particular reason. Julian and I had the same flight out, I called him at 6 or 7AM to make sure he didn't oversleep and he was already at the airport having a drink in the bar. Atta-boy, a certain somebody knows how to travel. I couldn't sleep on the missle, so I watched 3 hours of Maury Povich paternity test episodes, after which I kinda hoped that plane would go down in flames. From the air Texas looked how I remembered it from tours past... miles and miles of hot dirt.