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Okay. Whew. It's coming up soon. In roughly sixteen hours, I'm gonna probably be eating baked potato skins with eggs and smoked salmon at my favorite coffee shop at the Treasure Island.
Got the last workout in last night and this morning. Hope I don't get too skinny.
Fuck man, I got nerves. Turns out I need to bring an actual pair of slacks if I wanna puke at the Voodoo Lounge. Damnit. I believe in traveling light. Shit, I gotta cut down this mess.
Said goodbye to everybody except the Good Mother. Fuck, I gotta call her up. Dental Chick made me dinner and included my favorite cole slaw. Kitsune gave me an insane amount of money to lose. Sad. I hate saying goodbye to people.
AAAAAHHHHHH so much shit to do!!!!!!
I really should eat lunch too.
Everybody keeps asking me if I'm gonna get a hooker in Vegas. Umm, fuck, what do you think? Don't answer.
Then everybody asks how much money I'm taking up. You don't wanna know.
Then they go,"Isn't that a looong time to be in Las Vegas?" Jeez, you don't understand. I wanna be sipping a cup of coffee underneath that changing sky ceiling at Caesar's Palace. I wanna be sipping some nasty fruity drink by the pool at the Hard Rock. Shit like that takes time.
Oh man, I shouldn't be writing. I gotta get me ass motoring.
The Rock was actually a real kick ass movie. I'm always skeptical of films produced by Jerry Bruckheimer. It was also the last Sean Connery film I enjoyed until Entrapment. The thing about Sean Connery these days, every movie he's in treats him like he's Yoda. That kinda annoys me. I mean, Yoda's cool and all, but he's getting so goddamn smug, don't you just wanna slap him already?
