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I'm flying out to Vegas for an all-weekend partnership meeting. I'm not looking forward to it. I don't like Vegas, mostly because the gamblers look scary to me (scary saddening, not scary afraid making), and smoking drives me crazy. I've been so spoiled by California's no smoking policies. And while I can handle my partners in small doses, meeting from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. and then dinner together is going to drive me nuts.

In the meantime, I'm feeling sick with the flu. I have an excuse not to go to Vegas, but it would probably be a really bad thing not to go. So I'm flying to Vegas, feeling sick as a dog. This weekend is going to suck.

On the down-side, A is really cute. I'll miss him. A lot. And poor gizbot has the baby all weekend. That tends to become a bit of a marathon.

I need a vacation. But of course I don't have time to take one. /whine