So it looks like I'll be going to Vegas next month. Some of the Oregon guys are going and forcefully assumed I'd be going. We'll be rockin' the strip next month from the 10th through 12th. If I'm not back on the 13th, please assume the worst. Don't send any help. I'm sure I'll already be a dry pile of bones in the middle of the desert.
It looks like I may be leaving the country as well. The times and destinations are TBD. I guess I'll talk about it more once things settle down over here with the apartment and I actually book. I found my old passport. Sucker expired just three months ago, which means I was 22 when I took that picture. Man, I look like a kid.
Part of me feels like I'm low on gas. Part of me feels like I'm starting a new life. I guess the two go hand in hand.
Last night I got my first full night's rest in a while. I was so tired I forgot to eat my leftover paella from yesterday's lunch. Didn't even bring my phone back to my room to charge it, so I didn't hear my alarm clock. Woke up at 8AM on the dot.
I wish I could tell you life is really exciting. Well, it is. Even if I sound a little beat.
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Life is always about balance.
Go full throttle, slow it down, then park. That makes starting it up again that much more fun.
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