Siliconchef by Brian Richardson
So I got back from China Saturday night, not very jet lagged since I slept on the plane … part of that sleep courtesy of a fishbowl sized tequila-based beverage consumed at the Chili’s in Terminal A of the Detroit Airport. But I’ve dreampt of nothing but airports the past two nights.
Why dream of airports? I have two weeks before my house is done, a ton of stuff to move, video shoots for Dragon*Con TV to plan, and two hours of video from Taiwan & China to edit for various forms of VideoFu … the best my brain can do is think of airports?
Stupid brain.
