Sin City and Weather Control.

So guess what. I'm home and life is good again. Not that it ever ceased being good...well, except for yesterday morning when I woke up for my final feeling like I was going to vomit everywhere. I guess getting no sleep does make you feel pukey after a couple days. Anyway, the final wasn't so bad...survived it anyway. And then I hopped in the car for Albany Airport.

Everything was pretty sweet until I was delayed in Vegas for two and half hours. I didn't really feel like losing all my non-existent money so I steered clear of the slot machines in that time. But, it did occur to me that every single flight was delayed by at least an hour. Supposedly there was a giant storm over Vegas. I think it's a conspiracy. It is clear that the airport/slot machine typhoons (no pun intended) had constructed some kind of storm machine and were unleashing it last night so that everyone who's flights had been delayed would play their slots in that time. I'm telling you...every slot machine was taken! Mean, greedy slot machine typhoons and their weather control...

The fam is good! Yesterday was my dad's birthday so we had a nice daddy's-favorite-dinner dinner last night...at 10pm. But, now mommy and daddy have taken the weekend off for a romantic getaway! It's a surprise! My dad didn't tell her where they were going! Isn't he cute?!? This means that I'm home alone until Sunday. House party? Come on, Drew...get over here! In actuality, I'm all alone because no one loves me. Maybe I'll do some Christmas shopping.