I've had so much to tell you guys lately but no time available to write. I've met celebrities -- Fergie, Jamie Fox, All American Rejects, Wayne Newton AGAIN -- and done other weird things -- served as bodyguard for actual Vegas showgirls as they walked through Fremont Street to stand in front of a Dodge Neon on national TV, fell flat on my face while trying to get to my seat on an America West flight from New York -- all of which were worthy of a blog. But I haven't had the time, dear readers. And time is of the essence when writing an entertaining blog.
And that is because I am overworked. Overworked, overwhelmed and tired. And after working for 13 straight hours on New Year's Eve I've come to the conclusion that my New Year's resolution will be to start telling people who make me work for 13 straight hours on a national holiday to go fuck themselves.
That probably won't happen. Because I'm chicken shit.
Maybe I'll just give up drinking so much damn coffee.
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