--47 days.

--You know what, P.R. people can kiss my ass. I tell you...they're nothing but a bunch of pieces of shit. Today, I got an email back from one of them saying I didn't attach the right file to an email to check the information in a paid advertisement we put together for them. This email I sent yesterday basically laid down the ultimatum, saying it needs to be in NOW, tomorrow morning at the latest, or it runs as is. So in the message, this person gets all indignant, saying, "Therefore, I suggest you attach blah, blah, blah" You know what? Fuck you. Maybe if you would have gotten things to me when I requested them two weeks ago, we wouldn't be up against an impenetrable deadline.

But I bet she'll call me next week to get her client into some story as a source. Bitch asses.

--In better news, somewhat, I'm off to Vegas in a couple of hours. Granted, it's for work, but I can't imagine I won't be able to squeeze in SOME time hanging out, doing maybe a little gambling, etc., etc. I'm just hoping to get some good free time on Thursday to meet one of my PFW friends and his buddies at the Mirage sportsbook to catch some of the tourney. That would be sweet. But I'm trying not to get my hopes up, because if I do, I know my superiors will come with a "we have to go to this cocktail reception or dinner or entertain this advertiser" or something like that, and the evening will be roughly shot. So we'll see...I'm back on Friday, and I probably won't have Internet access, unless Mandalay Bay has a business center...which, I guess it probably does, but who knows for sure?

--For now, I have some work to wrap up and packing to do, and then it's off to da airport...see you all sooner than later! Have a great week, in the meantime... :)