I fly to Vegas early tomorrow morning and I'm still not excited. Every day, my wife asks me if I'm excited. I say, "no - now go make me a sandwich, bitch!" Or something like that. It probably sounds more like, "no dear," to her. My laptop isn't ready. I haven't shaved in four days. But I do have new socks. I get in hours before Preacher, so I'll be hanging out in an alley giving $3 blowjobs until he shows up and lets me in the room.
I think I should do some laundry and remove my excess hair.