I'm up late

Up late tonight. This rarely happens. I'm typically in bed before midnight, even on a weekend night. We lead a very quiet life. But, I took a nap from 3-5 this afternoon and - surprise - I'm not tired. I took an Ambien. We'll see how it goes.

I'm really excited about our aforementioned Vegas vacay. In a way, Vegas is everything I hate about America, what with the excess, the commercialism, and the fake titties. But, Vegas is also everything I love about America, provided one doesn't take it too seriously. I think Vegas is pure kitsch and there is no other place on the planet quite like it. I missed going in 2007 for the first time in years, but I'm back for '08, bitches!

I do like to gamble. I admit that freely. Though technically a female, my friends have threated to take my girl-card away for refusing to shop when I had a really good run going at a blackjack table. "Keep your phones on," I said. "I'll call you later." Two hours later, I did call. What can I say, $500 is a healthy take for my low limits ass.

We'll be there for my 31st birthday. Yikes. I don't like that number. 31, you say? Shouldn't I have kids or something? I'm thinking one may be born when I'm 32. That sounds right. Or maybe 33. We'll see. The good news? I look better at 31 than I did at 21. Can we say "BOO" to beer binges in college that led to massive bloat and marathon midnight pizza eating?

I could always look better, however. We've got 47 days until we leave, so my current mantra is 7 lbs in 47. Sounds pretty reasonable, and 7 lbs will take me from "curvy, healthy" to "Dayuuummm." I think I'm going to work on that.

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