I find it somewhat ironic that the for-sensitive-teeth toothpaste that I use makes rinsing my mouth out after brushing my teeth quite painful. Maybe the idea is that you get all the pain out of the way up front, but then you're find until it's time to brush again.
On that note, off to sleep I go. It just sunk in that I'm going to have to go to bed at like 8:00 Friday night if I want to get some sleep before my flight. That will never happen, of course, so I guess I'll be exhausted when I hit Lincoln. Hopefully not so exhausted that I fall asleep while waiting for my next plane, and a small child stuffs plastic explosives in my backpack as a practical joke, and I awaken in a room made entirely of riveted steel with a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, wondering where my clothes went, and almost certain that I've already missed my flight. I have a feeling that "I really don't know how that got in there" is a pretty popular excuse for those TSA officers.