I am not very happy that I bought face moisturizer for “mature” skin and it works great.

I did a triple take at a lady waiting at the bus stop. I thought she was wearing a Spiderman costume. It turns out she was just wearing all red, with a red scarf on her head.

I’ve written all over the white, fluffy island bed with pen. Not on purpose. I keep losing it in the covers while it’s open.

I’ve walked all over this town today. Now I’m back in the safety of the high tower and fluffy, white island bed. Although I’m typing to you from the swanky desk where the magical HD tv screen rises out of when the power button on the remote is pushed. Oh magical desk, you are so swanky and nice. How will we ever live without you?

That is all.

I have been using this bed as a big, white, fluffy island for the last seven hours. Andy went to play hockey at four. That is when I decided to listen to music, podcasts and practicar mi espanol. I am surrounded by a nest of blankets, pillows, papers and home made flash cards. Although for the last hour or so I’ve been watching Futurarama. I also exited once to walk downstairs, through the MGM and out the secret door to order a veggie sandwich from Subway, all in Spanish I might add.

Now it’s a little after midnight and Andy is playing “bubble hockey” at one of his friend’s houses. I’m sure he’s having fun but I hope he doesn’t regret it tomorrow. I wish I had more exciting stuff to write about. I really should at least make something up. I’m just having a pretty good time on my bed island doing not much of anything.

I am bored of my music library. If I go outside I am always armed with my phone/mp3 player and huge dj headphones. It’s really the only way to walk around Vegas. It blocks out the construction and traffic noise and makes me feel like a rock star gliding through an indie movie. The big sunglasses don’t hurt the image either. With all that and sitting on the bed island for hours and using up all my audio entertainment, things are getting a little repetitive. So, who wants to make me some mix cds? I’ll trade you.

Now I’ve put away Spanish and I’m making your mix cds….no pressure or anything.

Overkill-Colin Hay
Baby Bitch-Ween
Tougher Than It Is-Cake
Mad World-Gary Jules
Sia - Breathe Me
I Just Don’t Think I’ll Ever..-Colin Hay
end of the movie-Cake
Baby One More Time-Travis
John The Revelator-Depeche Mode
Jolene-Dolly Parton
I’m The Bomb-Electric Six
Emerge-FischerSpooner
Let Go-Frou Frou
The Beast in Me-Johnny Cash
Everybody Knows-Leonard Cohen
Cold as Ice-Lou Barlow
Fucker-Fischerspooner
None of You Goddam Bizness-Lou Barlow
America-Neil Diamond
Polly -Nirvana
Leaning to Fly-Pink Floyd
Against All Odds-Postal Service
Radio Ga Ga-Queen
Unmarked Helicopters-Soul Coughing
Helpline Operator-The The
Down in the River to Pray-O Brother, Where Art Thou?
The Cranberries - Zombie (acoustic)
David Bowie & Queen - Under Pressure
Incubus - Drive (acoustic)
Jolene-The White Stripes
Jump in the River-Sinéad O’Connor
One of These Things First-Nick Drake
Birdy’s Flight [from Not One of Us]-Peter Gabriel
Hallelujah-Jeff Buckley
El Tango de Roxanne-Various Artists Moulin Rouge [Original Soundtrack]
Long Line of Cars-Cake
I Found a Reason-Cat Power

If you act now, I’ll include a hypnosis / meditation cd complete with chanting monks.

To whom it may concern,

I was not dancing on the bar and drinking shots straight from the bottle poured by hot girls in tiny t-shirts last night at Coyote Ugly in the New York, New York Casino. Any photographic evidence should be considered fake and disregarded.

Thank you for your time,
Cindigodotcom

I’m still not sleeping well.

Someone told me that my latest entries “lack passion”. I think what he meant really was that I wasn’t saying “fuck” enough. So, fuck, I’m still not sleeping well. I was okay for a few days. I’ve been trying to figure out what was different when I was sleeping and when I wasn’t. So far, I’m coming up blank.

Today I’m not feeling great. But despite my malaise, I’m having a pretty good day. Mainly it included alot of laying down, a orange/mint grande tea and cinnamon scone from Starbucks, some learn Spanish podcasts and now a terribly bad Sci Fi movie called Swarmed, complete with yellow jacket cam.

I’m wishing that a psychic chef would show up on my door and tell me what I wanted for dinner and then cook it for me. I’m getting hungry an my body doesn’t want to move off the couch. I’m sluggish and achey and considering ordering room service. Only mildly considering, more like musing. Room service here is way too expensive and even in my lazy cocoon I can’t justify it.

*P.S. I just put an RSS feed button on my site. It seems to be working okay in Firefox (at least on my end) but I’m not sure. If you guys could click the button and tell me if it works or not, it would be helpful.

After I wrote about not sleeping I had to take a couchsurfer across town to his next host. While driving down the busy, rush hour traffic jammed road we were rear ended when I slammed on the brakes to avoid hitting someone else. The guy was nice. He had a Jesus fish on his car. Most of the time Jesus fish and the people who own them irritate me, but this guy was the happy exception. He was calm, friendly and in control of himself. No one one hurt and we exchanged information. His car was much worse off than ours with almost his whole front bumper smashed in.

On the way back I decided to stop into a police station to fill out the report I would need for the insurance. There I met a lady that had gotten her purse stolen at the MGM last week. She was trying to call a cab but I said I’d give her a ride since I was going there anyway. On the way home she told me she doesn’t fly because she was in a plane crash when she was twenty and is deaf in her left ear because of it. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone that was in a plane crash before.

Also while in the police station another lady started talking to me by asking where I got my hair done. She had just moved to Vegas last week. She was tough and aggressive and kept talking to me even though I was trying just to watch tv. She was registering her gun. She was wondering about the gun laws in Nevada and then told me all about the gun laws in North Carolina where she moved from. I decided to give in and just talk to her. I kept asking her questions and she kept talking. She told me she moved to Vegas because a stranger broke into her house eight weeks ago and raped her at six in the morning. I told her I was sorry and that I was glad she moved here and was close to her parents now. After that, she didn’t seem as manic and needing to talk.

Now it’s ten thirty and I’m wondering if I’m going to sleep well tonight.

I haven’t been sleeping well for the past few days. Since baseball started actually. On one hand I feel happy, confident and sure that everything will be fine. On the other hand, I’m not sleeping well. I’m trying to talk to my subconscious, or unconscious, or primal childhood conscious or whatever you want to call that murky mysterious part of yourself, but those things don’t really talk do they. Those guys operate on feelings and instinct.

I have a bunch of hypnosis mp3s that I listen to. They seem to work the best out of all the things I’ve tried. All the things being sleeping pills and left over pain meds from the Costa Rican sickness. Not only did I not sleep well after taking them, they didn’t make me feel great the day after. Even though I did enjoy a nice buzz for a few hours the recovery time and wonkiness wasn’t really worth it.

I want to sleep tonight. Andy says the more that I fret about it, the less likely I am to sleep. I don’t think I’m fretting about sleeping or anything specifically. Am I lying to myself. Am I just physically under the weather and not realizing it? I breathe, I stretch, I drink water, I work out. The stress goes away for a while, and then, it’s back.

Cursis.

So much to write. So much writing inspiration not to be found.

It’s the third day of baseball season. So far so good. The running around to different casinos hasn’t been too bad at all. We still have a few online books to use Andy found an internet site that has most of the Vegas lines updated so we know which casino to drive to. Although it’s not always accurate and we’re still getting the hang of things, I think it’s going to be okay.