It is to laugh, and it is to cry.
I'm to go to Atlanta this weekend, company meeting. I could refuse, of course. (first-class ticket to the corporate door, anyone?) I have an 8:30 flight. (Or something thereabouts, yawn, 8:30, 8:45 whatever.) Thus I should be there by at least 6:30, which means I leave house at 5:30AM (yawn ogaw yawn)
The *thought* of it is bringing on compulsive yawning, let alone going through those security checkpoints with my laptop. (Can't do a 2-hour flight without a game of Quake, or at least Morrowind.) (OK I can do books, but they'll be bulkier with less long-term playability.... I mean readability...) (And damn if I'm going to check my laptop in my baggage, need a billion layers of bubble wrap to protect it from baggage "handlers" aka throwers & mashers.)