I am studying up on Las Vegas.

I am watching shows on the Travel Channel. I am learning about the mob's rise and fall in the city, the psychological tricks the casinos use to getcha, and how they catch cheaters. I have even looked at a map.

I'm not going to do much gambling. We have lists of stuff to do, especially free stuff. It's brightly lit there all the time. There are no clocks! No clocks anywhere! So the time will fly by, or it will be hellish and eternal. I think it will be both. Time will leap then gulp, then stagger and crawl.

Packing is fun. I have been told that I don't need four suitcases, because, as a woman, I require this sort of admonition.

You know how sometimes when you apply for a job it takes them for-fricking-ever to get back to you? I am hoping that is still true. I am hoping I don't get tons of call-backs next week on the resumes I've sent out. I am hoping that I'm not in a situation where I need to call a job contact back from a table at the Olympic Hall or whatever that male strip club that some girls at work told us we have to go to, but that we're definitely not going to, is called.