we're going down, down in an earlier round, and sugar we're going down swinging.....

here are my thoughts as i sit in the phoenix airport....

--wow, that must be a pretty big blizzard between here and austin to delay my flight for two and a half hours.

--how is it that an airport starbucks can be so much worse than a regular starbucks?

--pasta tastes good.

--does the guy next to me find that throwing back bloody marys on a flight makes make his technology today magazine any more interesting?

--can my ipod retain its charge until i reach my destination? i'm betting the under....

--what would the waiting area's reaction be if i clotheslined one of the little monsters running around--disgust or applause?

--at home, i can feel so shallow it hurts even to think about it. in vegas, on the other hand, i feel like the frickin' mariana trench.

--why is water so interesting to watch?

--i don't understand why the people at my poker table didn't believe me when i told them texas is the best place on earth.

--i've heard all but an audible voice from god telling me not to play blackjack anymore, but i'm not listening.

--why didn't she email me back?

--dessert tastes good.

--where is the primitive radio gods guy today?

--staying up all night makes me a lot funner.

--how long could i survive on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches alone?

--last night i sat across from a guy who may well have been the love child of al pacino and timothy hutton.

--free sandwiches at five in the morning taste good.

--do i need to clean up this mess i made, or will someone come along and do it for me? and will they bring any wet naps with them?

--people fly to omaha?

--that couple will have really tall children.

--highlights of the trip: riding in a limo, the capriotti's sandwich (i ate stuffing and cranberry sauce!), drawing out a full house on someone, seeing vegas in the daytime, second city, good friends.

--lowlights of the trip: losing all my money in the first twenty-four hours, bad plays, bad cards, bad luck, aces cracked by jack deuce off, kings running into aces, and missing big brother.