Iwent downstairs to the market below my office today to get some sushi for lunch. Hitting the ATM beforehand, I figured I'd take out $500 for my trip to Vegas tomorrow, so I don't forget in my rush tomorrow, and end up paying LV-style fees for the withdrawral.

The silly machine gave me 50 ten-dollar bills. I a have roll to rival that of the finest carny in the land.

(coming soon, the story of why Jay's meeting me in Vegas, who else I'm going with, and what gigantic nerds do in 107-degree desert heat... I'll be taking pictures, but we'll have to see whether "What Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas.")