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Filed Friday, July 23 2004.

I'm in the Newark Airport. I have been here for the past eight hours and, according to the most recent departure time update, I should be here for at least two more.

With each passing minute, I'm increasingly cursing myself for having not yet seen The Terminal, as I'm pretty sure that, if I had, I'd know how to use this stretch of airport time to bed Catherine Zeta-Jones.