After a night where I barely slept on the plane, it was fairly surreal to step into the airport in Cleveland at 6AM Eastern -- only to hear the Muzak system playing such hits as C+C Music Factory's "Gonna Make You Sweat" and Rick Astley's "Together Forever." Not exactly the kind of thing one wants to hear when one's time zones are screwed up and one is tired beyond belief. I had to restrain myself from making smartass comments to the TSA people, who pulled me out of line in Cleveland as I was boarding my connecting flight to Hartford to search me and my stuff. Do I really look that threatening? (Apparently so. I wonder if that's a good thing.)

So my parents' house is completely loaded into this monster U-Haul, which I've taken for a spin around the block to make sure I can actually drive the damn thing. I was jonesing for a 'Net connection so badly that while over at a neighbor's house having a final dinner here, I asked to use their machine.

I managed to sleep for 3 hours this afternoon, but I'm so beyond tired and jet lag that you could probably convince me it's somewhere around 3AM on a Monday night and I'd readily believe you. Someone told me that a good cure for jet lag is to do a shot of olive oil, but I think he was just trying to see if I'd actually do it.

Tonight, sleep. Tomorrow, the road. The day after, the world! Bwahahahaa... Just kidding.