Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

I think I’m finally out of my funk (yes I said funk with an N, not a C). I’ve been feeling crappy since returning from my Vegas trip, which only forced me to face my own mortality. Or to be more correct-my age. Oh my gawd. It has literally taken me five days to recover from a one night stay in Vegas. I could make up excuses and say it was because I think I had a cold coming on even before I left for Vegas, but I have to believe it more has to do with waking up two days in a row at 4 AM, not drinking any water and spending most of my money on fried Oreos and heroine. That, and the fact that I’m old. Crap, I think I feel another funk coming on….