The Longest Day
Just got home. I don't know if I slept on the redeye, impossible to get comfortable. I fell asleep sitting at my desk checking email. I've had cottomouth since, oh, Friday at 3 o'clock. Tho if that was Vegas time or 'Burgh time I don't know.
Here I am afraid to fly, both flights go no problem. And then when I try to start my frozen, snow-encrusted car, nothing. Won't turn over. Had to have airport maintenence come over and give it a jump. Just too cold. Added an extra hour I didn't need.
Of course a longer post will be forthcoming. Jesus, what a weekend. Weekend? It was like one long day, interrupted by a series of 3-hour naps. I'm completely fried.
I think I used the word "awesome" more the past 72 hours than Jeff Spicoli. Total blast. And I gambled, like, hardly at all. Just talk talk talk. Totally awesome.
Now, a nap.