At the very least today I had a very nice grilled pastrami and corned beef eggel for breakfast, so I had that going for me right off the bat.
Then we went to the outlet mall, where I got some new shoes.
Then to Harrah's Rincon Casino, where I got my ass handed to me.
On the bright side, I got through 100 pages of Ballad of the Whiskey Robber. Darn good book.
Tomorrow -- back to D.C.
Talking to yourself is a sign of impending mental collapse.
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