Day 194: 11 Feb 2011
Cassie suggested I stop by my apartment and grab some things. I thought about it for a moment, but. . .
What is there for me there anymore? An XBox? Some clothes? A hacked-together Dell desktop I barely used since I got a notebook? I try to picture my old apartment in my head, and it's like I'm remembering someone else's house, someplace I visited once long ago.
So, instead, we got a hotel and crashed out before our flight back to Las Vegas in the morning.