Vegas.

Yes, I went. Although, you probably expected that. It wasn’t a simple decision, but it was a decision.

Two sunrises were seen in as many days. That’s one more than is healthy. A man I know was baptized “Brother Pork Chop.” A name that shall follow him to the end of his days.

Or perhaps just the end of the week.

In the end there were no epiphanies or at least none that I heard of. You don’t go to Vegas to have an epiphany. Just some friends and Vegas’s standard fair of good times and too little sleep. And the same thoughts that always run through my head.

On a sidenote, I’ve been enjoying long subject titles of late. More Carissa’s Wierd inspiration I suppose, even though I haven’t listened to them for a couple of weeks.

I wish it were Friday.

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