5.21.05 / 1:02pm
6:40 on a Saturday morning, Gate 26 at Ronald Reagan International Airport in Washington D.C. I've been up since 3am, I've been through the hotel room 5 times to make sure I didn't forget anything, and I feel like my skull is full of cotton as I sit here in this bouncy vinyl chair. The place is sparsely populated with other muzzy-headed travelers. A few energetic people charge down the halls, gripping their huge cups of cardboard-clamped coffee. They stand out like bonfires in a city of ghosts.
