London Layover

I spent seven hours on an overnight flight wedged between the overflowing Americans on either side of me.  I experienced an epic chemical battle between the conflicting forces of bad airplane wine and worse airplane coffee.  I got a security checkpoint pat-down that felt more like a third date.  And there is nothing more agitating than the bright red box in the upper right-hand corner of the airport computer that counts down your remaining internet time.  It has been modeled after every time bomb in every action movie ever. 
HOWEVER, I am in London, soon to be in Ireland, which significantly outweighs any air travel woes.  Thus, I am as happy as a sleepy, tweaked-out clam.