Jan 24
I flew out to Las Vegas on Friday and my life since then is literally a blur. It started off crazy, borderline absurd, but since then my reality has taken a form known only to drug addicts and insomniacs. I can't really take much time to write now, I'm waiting for people to finish their showers and whatnot before we head out for the night, but I wanted to take a moment to put up something. I want to write down in agonizing detail the various adventures of the past 48 hours, but to be honest I am having some trouble remembering it all. For a while this morning I couldn't distinguish between today and yesterday, indeed I still find it hard. I found myself saying to Pete, 'remember that time we were playing blackjack with the pirates?… was that… today?…' 8 hours sleep (in the form of 1-3 hour powernaps) amongst 70+ hours of drinking and gambling makes for a somewhat hazy recollection. I will do my best to piece it back together once back in the arctic wasteland that is the midwest.