I Hate Chicago.

Actually, Chicago is fine. It's the airport there that inspires such grotesque loathing in me. I can't think of one time that I've been through there and something didn't get screwed up. You know things are bad when you're sitting on the tarmac waiting for takeoff and the pilot says, "We're just going to turn off the engines to conserve fuel. Feel free to get and walk around or use a cell phone."

I'm home now from the Great Caucasus Trip. Three weeks of photos, painful bus rides, food poisoning, interesting people, and Monopoly money! I'm so glad to be back.