Sleepless in Chicago

Sleeping didn’t work. It’s noisy here, cold when some airport worker opens the outside door (which is about every 4 minutes) and just generally inhospitable to somnolence. So, I’m cooling my heels at the gate waiting for the Starbucks line to die down and playing online poker to defray the cost of the Boingo internet access. I suppose I could be getting ready for Orycon but I just don’t feel like being that useful.