Back very tired and happy and broke from Las Vegas and now working at the store on far too little sleep. Incriminating photos will no doubt be forthcoming from Dagzine. My affection for Vegas is a contradiction I find difficult to resolve: it's a shiny lode of sheer capital, an utter simulacrum, designed to simultaneously reify and dissolve your money. I always have a great time there.

Brain very sludgy and I have no idea what time it is and the lights are too bright. But unfortunately no one is going to be bringing me a fresh gin and tonic anytime soon.