Imagine getting woken before 8 in the morning because your phone won’t stop ringing off the hook. I finally picked it up and grumbled, “Somebody better be dead.” I’ll probably regret that one for a while…

My workplace is on fire, and every fire batallion in the county it seems is working on trying to knock it down, and they’ve even got Air Force helis from Nellis evacuating people from the roof of the hotel section. I know people who work the overnight/early shifts, and I don’t know if they’re ok or not. I’ve got the news on… well, I’ve got the TV on and no matter what local channel you change to, they’re covering it. Going down there won’t help, and I’d probably just get sent home by an irritated cop or fire chief, so I’ll just stay here watching the news and trying not to throw up. I don’t know what else to do.

I almost stayed at the hotel last night. ALMOST. I wanted to get an early start on troubleshooting that Pac-Man cabinet before we opened the Arcade for the day. But, I decided to come home because I just needed a break from people. Home is my oasis and I needed peace and quiet. Don’t tell me there isn’t a sixth sense or something, because if I hadn’t come home last night, I could have woken up dead. I’ve been accused of being goth, but I’m not THAT goth.

NOTES while watching TV:

  • Car in porte cochère bugs me. How was it just left there? NO PARKING. (It now occurs to me that maybe it was there for valet service… I’m not thinking straight at the moment.)
  • SO much smoke. Seems the fire spread super fast.
  • Casino looks GONE. I could have been there…