bright light city

Oh god What happened? It was so dark What did you do, Jack sir?

Okay, okay...this is so not cool, okay? One, I'm in freaking VEGAS! I'm not old enough to be in Vegas. My mother is going to kill me. Wait, SASCHA is going to kill me.

I am SUPPOSED to be in Boston right now. DO you know why I am supposed to be in Boston right now? NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIPS. OMG. I cannot be missing day two of Nationals. This is not happening to me. It's not. It is so not.

HOLY CRAP! There is a tattoo on my arm. What is this?!?! Seriously, no...seriously. Sascha will KILL me.

My life is over. My LIFE is over if I do not get back to Boston like yesterday. OMG...


Why am I here? And who thinks a stupid credit card is going to make this okay? SHOPPING WILL NOT MAKE THIS OKAY.

Right...so...when I said I wouldn't mind getting away from home for a bit...this isn't exactly what I had in mind. Tad is going to be so pissed.

How the bloody hell am I in Las Vegas? And why does the calendar say it's 2009?

Oh god Why am I not still It was so dark I have a pulse, so not like Owe What the bloody hell did you do, Jack sir?