They brought in all the corporate employees that would normally work in the back office. They don't know s*** but they were a friendly face. They give you water, beer and wine while waiting in lines. Not good enough.

They should have paid the hackers. Caesars had this happen a week ago, they paid the hackers, they're doing fine now.

I assume IT has turned off everything. They are trying to figure out what they can turn back on. The slot machines are either dark or take cash only. The kiddie arcade is turned off. Good thing I don't gamble.

We paid for this a year ago. Oh well.

M decided to bite me. I call the cops on her. It seems my internet is working.

My phone has been turned off. I can't get calls to lawyers. As of midnight it seems to be turned off but I can get internet.

I am trapped in Las Vegas. I can't get a flight out until I figure out cash. I have no credit cards, they're all in M's name. I am seriously f*****.

The police took her away. I spent a few hours trying to find a lawyer for her but then my phone got turned off at midnight. I'm going to go to my bank in the morning and hopefully get some cash but they might not give it to me. I am totally f*****.

Really, seriously, I'm trapped here. I have to leave the hotel at 10:00. Or else the Vegas cops will throw me out. I have no idea if this post will actually work since I'm not sure if my phone will work. I am seriously f*****.

My credit card associated with my bank account got lost a couple of months ago but I didn't care. Silly me. I'm calling lawyers to get her out but no one's calling me back and at this point I have no idea of my phone works. I am so f*****.

Anyone want to help me?

She called me from the jail. Plus I'm capable of texting with lawyers.

It seems the hotel controls the outgoing phone calls from my cell and it turned off at midnight.

Charges dropped. Luggage dropped off at new hotel, check in this afternoon.

Basically she had a dream state psychotic episode where someone was attacking her and she ended up chomping down on me fighting me while she was asleep. Then she ran out of the room screaming she was going to be calling the police on me. Since I'm a drug felon I can never ever have someone call the police on me, I have to call the police on them first. That went into a cascading s*** storm.

She got out of jail 24 hours later. I committed a shitload of money to lawyers that was never used but I still owe it.

The Excalibur kicked us out so we had to find a new hotel.

We ended up at the Alexis resort. This is a kick ass hotel, all the rooms are right next to the airport but I got used to the planes and they were fun to watch.

We never made it to the Carlos Santana show. Oh well. We did make it to Cirque Soleil. That was weird. It was okay. But at that point my hips were killing me and I foolishly did not bring my kneeling wheelie thing, I thought I didn't need it. I did. Oh well. The next day we went to a comic/magician in the Jimmy Kimmel theater. That was nice.

She flies a lot so we got upgraded the first class for free. The only way to fly

My neighbor's dogs are barking. They've got a couple of huskies. The sweetest most wonderful dogs in the world. Before I left, I considered them a minor nuisance, extraneous noise. Now I love them. They mean I'm home. Home is great and the rest of the world is dangerous.

I have nested. I have created the most wonderful place to be. Everything out there is ready to kill me. Everything in here will give me comfort. I love being here. I missed my cats. My cats missed me. All is in balance.

M wanted to go on vacation. From what I don't know, but I'm perfectly happy to support her. No longer. I will stay home and be happy. I will never leave here again if I can avoid it. I'm a terrible traveler.

Squinting for the TV. How does anyone watch a TV? My screen is about 10 ft wide. It's attached to a sound bar/ stereo. It's perfect. I can kick back and absorb into whatever video the world presents me. How the hell does anyone watch TV? Squint squint squint. F*** that. Kickback behind the enormous screen.

Food in a room. The really high end hotels don't have a refrigerator or a microwave. They expect you to travel for food or accommodate with a tiny cooler. F*** that. I hate that. I hate traveling. F*** that.

My life is so wonderful in place. Why would I suffer for an occasional visual? I am never leaving home again.