Squishy pajamas and a hangover. The hangover is the reason I am in pajamas at 6:00 pm.
The Yankees won. But Phelps is in trouble. Oh, and the Rocket is back.
I leave for South Africa on Wednesday. I have band-aids on both arms where I got the shots that are required before you can go to Africa. They are shots to prevent polio and typhoid and a host of other diseases I didn't think people got anymore.
My mail is beginning to trickle into my mother's house, meaning I am officially no longer a Las Vegas resident.
Parties with people I don't know are some of the most fun parties I've ever been to. Saturday night was no exception. Cuervo was a bad idea but the rest of the night was fun.
I know my cell phone is working but it seems only the weirdest people have the number. But I finally got my credit card company to stop calling.
Random observations. Not particularly well-thought out. Not particularly insightful. Just the facts as I see them.
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