Spiffy gone

In 24 hours, I will be on the Las Vegas strip, drinking Singapore Slings with mescal on the side(that taste of burnt driftwood will be awful and wonderful simultaneously). Corpopharm will be so far away that my senses will no longer perceive it. I will achieve singularity and sanity in the same moment.

My hope for the weekend is that I will be a horrendous wreck, even by Vegas standards. My only plan so far is to spend enough time in the poker room at Caesar's to consume a baker's dozen of White Russians. That seems like an attainable goal.

I may not return to the real world after this. Vaya con dios.