| Oct. 9th, 2008 @ 09:59 am Vegas kinda rocks |
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I went out for a walk last night. I don't need the sling any more (at least, I think so), but I still have to change the dressings every other day, and that's all kinds of shitty, but it means my arm's just all bandaged up now, which means I don't look like such a dick when I go out now. But yeah, out for a walk. I went to look at all the casinos and hotels. New York New York's a bit mad, isn't it? I like the rollercoaster, though.
Lord Thierry, who I've yet to meet, has an awesome place. Seriously. Thanks, Lord Thierry, for letting me in your house even though you have no idea who I am. Lupe says you won't mind, I hope it's true.
Oh, uh. Vegas smells. Not in a "Jesus, it stinks!" way, just... everything has a smell. Everything. Is that normal, or is it a wolfy thing? Lupe, I know you said about scents, but I figured that was just for people, not every single thing ever.
I got the money to Matt's mom. I did a transfer thing between my bank account and Mom and Da's account, and Da said in an e-mail that he'd make sure Mrs. Bryson got the money. I still have his stuff. |
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