Idle

A small group of us went to see Spamalot at the Benedum last night, and while my expectations were low, the show certainly didn't blow me away. It simply cleared the low expectation bar. Parts were funny, but I found myself cringing more than I wished and often wondering how it had managed to capture the Tony.

Then again, Crash won last year's Oscar, so I suppose we shouldn't put too much faith in award-giving organizations.

With less than a week before we hop a slow boat to China, this week feels unexpectedly long. Speaking of which...does anyone want to drive us to the airport Sunday morning? Really early Sunday morning? Our flight is at around 8 AM and it's international, so we're probably supposed to get there even earlier.

I guess I should head home soon. I can't concentrate.