tired

My flight doesn’t board until 12:40 a.m. That’s the bad news. I have a couple of movies on my laptop, 28 Days Later and Pieces of April, plus there’s free wireless here. That’s the good news.

I had coffee with Mademoiselle Polkadot this morning and then walked all over Vegas. Crashing hard, at the moment. I’m much, much too tired to write it all up now. Suffice it to say that Vegas is not Boston.

Okay, I will report this: A room full of patrons at the Hard Rock Cafe singing along to Radiohead: “I’m a creep. I’m a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don’t belong here.”

Yes, we are all on the margins.

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