I succeeded in packing a carry-on backpack with a leather black briefcase I bought twelve years ago as my personal item. I packed no knives, hatchets, chainsaws or liquids, excluding a small container of homemade deodorant.
Finished reading Little Brother and started on Mr. Doctorow's Information Doesn't Want to Be Free (certainly a riff on that Queen song popularized by Coke Zero advertisements). Next up is Jim Butcher's Summer Knight as I'm entrenched in the Dresdenverse now.
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