I just got back from the drug store.
I spent $57 on various painkillers, stomach medications, travel-size toiletries, sleep aids, and awake aids.
I went to the bank and turned small bills into big bills.
Now, all that's left is waiting for the alarm to go off before I can go pick up BadBlood and head to the airport.
Here's what my "away" message looks like:
Everybody has something to hide except me and my monkey, after all.
As I've beeen in hard core nostalgia mode, here's a look back through Up For Poker eyes at how all this silliness got started.
WPBT Vegas circa 2004
"I'll see your Guinness and raise you one egg salad."
Three tables, one playground, half-drunk"
"Let's Get to Saturday, shall we?"
"The Holiday Classic through Otisian eyes"
Bordering on the Adriatic
From rock gardens to Sherwood Forest."
You don't have to go home...