Rant: Dating & Loneliness

As you might recall from my last post about dating (or, should I say, attempting to date in 2016), I had subscribed to an online dating platform.  I am no longer subscribed thereto as the only responses I received were solicitations for money or “gifts”.

An acquaintance told me that I should perhaps try the dating app “Bumble”, where, once a woman and you both “swipe right” (which means that you “like” one another’s profiles), the woman is the only one that can actually initiate the conversation (and, she must do so within 24 hours or the connection disappears).

So, the first few days I swiped according to which profiles I sincerely liked.  About two days in I received my first match.  As the time ticked (showing how much time was left of the 24 hours in which the woman had to initiate communication), I had not received a message from my “match” – about 23 hours had vanished from the clock and I received the following message from my “match”:

The message merely stated:  If you are interested in meeting, please respond with what type of “tribute” you are willing to part with.

I am no Einstein but I am pretty sure that “tribute”, in Internet parlance, means money or some sort of remuneration.

Moving on.

The next morning I awoke to another “match” and another message, which stated: Are you a “generous” guy on dates?

Once again, I have nothing on Einstein but I am sure this was another solicitation for money, cash, shekels, semolinas, duckets, etc.

Hmmm maybe I Was not casting a wide enough net — maybe my ‘hooker radar’ was “off”. I decided to try an experiment – I would swipe right to every single profile that appeared on the Bumble app.  I have been doing that for the past three days.

In three days, after swiping right, without any discrimination, to literally hundreds and hundreds of profiles, I received one response, to wit:  Are you willing to $$$poil me?

Yes, this woman actually used the dollar sign to replace the letter “s” in the word spoil — not only did she use the dollar sign, she put three of them – I wonder if this is similar to restaurant guides that inform the reader how expensive a restaurant is by putting a certain number of dollar signs in the listing?


I am not sure if it is just me or if this is happening to all men in this day and age.

I am at a loss as to what to do. Loneliness is beginning to affect me both mentally and physically,  I have almost no social interaction in my day (work from home).  I have taken to going to Target everyday just so I can have someone to talk to when I am at the cashier stand.

I do not know where my life is going or why it has turned out as such.  It is a very very sad existence for me.

Vegas: August 2016 Day 9

Whenever someone from the room next door left, the sound the door made sounded just like the crickety closet doors in the room – I kept thinking someone was in my room – maybe they were, who knows – could’ve been a ghost 👻

Getting my caffeine on right now ☕️ and going to take charge of the day ahead.

I decided to take my talents to Planet Hollywood and this happened:

Through sheer determination and perseverance, I made it to the Total Rewards counter and received my replacement card – however, I was told I could become a Platinum VIP by signing up for a Total Rewards Visa card – thanks but no thanks.

I made my way to the PH High Limit room and bought in for 1600 (the dealer and floorperson thought it an “odd” amount to buy-in with but, who cares – they were friendly and the dealer’s favorite movie, according to his name tag, was “Rush Hour”) — I alternated wins and losses on each successive hand until I finally made a double and a couple wins in a row — then I stopped – the dealer remarked “why stop now, you’ve ONLY won $400” – my reply to him was “Sir, you have the honor of giving me the final $400 I needed to get back to even for this trip” – the floorperson looked over and as she smiled, said, “Get the hell out of here,” motioning for me to get up and enjoy my day.

Trip is now EVEN STEVEN!!! 🎉👍🇺🇸

I enjoy walking the Strip each time I’m in Vegas to check out the sights, see what’s new and just some fun people watching.

Some pics from my Monday stroll:

Apparently, a “gastropub” is a thing:

‘O solo mio:

Congrats to Duncan on his purchase of the Predator sculpture (wonder if Banquo bought one too):

One if by land, two if by sea:

Palazzo escalator decor:


Wynn dancing fountains:

Wynn carousel:

Balloon of luxury:

I am what I am:

Mirage for @tippingoddslv

The Caesars Palace fountains:

Met my cousin to try out Wahlburgers — ordered Dad’s Basic Burger with a side of tater tots – not even close to the flavor and taste of Shake Shack with Shake Shack being less expensive to boot.

Walking back from early dinner:

Now, the question remains, should I play anymore this trip now that I’ve gotten back to even…?

I will ponder that while getting myself caffeinated.


My buddy that lives in Vegas texted me and he wants to play some three card poker BUT, only wants to play where there are “hot dealers” – I wonder if that would be his concern if he was a blackjack player staring down the barrel of 6:5 blackjacks, hitting soft 17, doubling only 10 or 11…?


Just met up with my buddy for a late dinner at Holsteins in the Cosmopolitan – pretty good – but still love Shake Shack.

Headed to Aria, chatted with some dealers and floor people and now buddy is playing VP at the Lift bar and I’m watching tennis.

I think I am done for the day as for gambling (even though I only gambled today for a total of about 5 minutes) and have not decided yet if I am done for the trip – breaking even from where I was felt amazing – just would be nice to get a win.

Either way, I’m going to sleep on it.

Sweet dreams.

Pic for @snickers99poker

Vegas: August 2016 Day 8

Woke up.


Checked out of Aria.

Debated playing before heading to Monte Carlo.

“Playing” won the debate.

Sat down at a shoe game.

Pushed four 20s.

But won 550.

Trip is now -1950.

Heading to Monte Carlo.

“Warm smell of colitas…rising up through the air”

That describes the situation as I walked down the hall to my room at the Monte Carlo — glaucoma patients would do well to hang out in this hallway.

The room:

Showered and feeling refreshed, I made my way to the Starbucks between Monte Carlo and Aria and caffeinated myself.

Arrived at Aria and checked my tier points – apparently I need 71k more to maintain Platinum – I told the guy I didn’t think I’d get 71k tier points in 2 days but he said “the points really add up if you make purchases in addition to gaming” – I’ll keep that in mind lol

Sat down to a double deck game and was greeted with a blackjack – I then saw one of the players from the table last night that was also attempting to make a comeback – she advised me she had won “a little bit” back but still had a way to go – I wished her continued success and resumed my game.  A few hands later I was dealt another blackjack, won a double, pressed a couple of hands and by shuffle’s end, I had regained 700.

As such, the trip is now -1250 

Took a break and eventually made my way back to the tables – had a good conversation about Aria squeezing the black chip players out of the High Limit Lounge and their wanting $300min and higher only in there – let’s see how that works out…

Sat down to a double deck game with the hope of regaining some chips – without much fanfare, by the end of the shuffle, I had regained another 400

Trip is now -850

I will never understand it in a million years why people think adding in an extra hand to “change the cards” is the “right thing to do” – unless you have X-Ray vision, how do you know that adding in an extra hand will help you and, if you know that it will, why aren’t you going “all in” on that very next hand???

Which leads me to sitting down and winning the first two hands of a 6D shoe and losing the third hand to a dealer blackjack while the guy at first base pushed two hands and lost to the dealer blackjack — he decides that “because the dealer had a blackjack” that the “order of the cards needed to change” — of course, he continued to push and lose while I traded sides and lost two splits and two other hands — I switched tables to a double deck game and recouped what I had just lost at the man with X-Ray vision’s table.

Trip is still -850

Just saw a guy win the LUCKY LUCKY side bet at Aria with a suited 678…$25 bet paid 100:1 congrats guy!!! 🎉

Sat down, played 5 hands of double deck and gained two black chips–however, it seems this one floorperson is becoming annoyed with me that I keep hitting and running (even the dealer mentioned it but then made an excuse for her that she “just got back from vacation and probably doesn’t want to be here right now” — oh well

Trip is -650

I made my way back to the Monte Carlo for a shower and shave — feeling refreshed I grabbed an iced Starbuck’s at Aria and sat down to a double deck game.  Without much fanfare, I picked up another 250.

Trip is -400

My cousin was over at Planet Hollywood watching some games so I joined him for a bit then hit the ABC store for some snacks and made my way back through Crystals and Aria, had a burger at Johnny Rockets, and relaxed in the room.

I’ve made the executive decision to call it a night, watch tv, relax and start the day fresh tomorrow.

To reiterate, the trip is now only -400

Sweet dreams.

Vegas: August 2016 Day 7

Had trouble falling asleep last night and had some weird dreams but can’t really remember much about them.  Oh well, back to Vegas.

I headed over to the Miracle Mile shops in the surprisingly refreshing weather outside – naturally, the escalators were not operating from the bridge connecting Cosmopolitan to Planet Hollywood – neither on the way there not the way back.  Had a couple of blueberry vanilla cashew Kind bars and am ready to win!

If you recall, MLIFE informed me I had $9 free slot play on my card – so I attempted to play it and could not get it to work – asked an MLIFE clerk and they didn’t know why it wasn’t working so they called over a supervisor who then informed me that the free slot play is only activated at $10 and above (naturally)

Feeling dejected (lol), I sauntered over to the blackjack pit and sat down to play with one of my favorite dealers to chat with–I lost the first 5 of 6 hands then Pushed a blackjack, followed by a dealer blackjack–then split 8,8 with a double on one for 21 and a 17 on the other – dealer 21 (net loss) – then, I get dealt a double down on 9 and get an Ace – I was just about to tell the dealer not to congratulate me but it was too late – she was already saying “Nice!!!” so I stood up and told her I was switching tables because she was going to get a 21 – she had a 6 turns over another 6 then draws the 9 OF COURSE!

I then switched tables down another 1200 (2900 for the trip) and, got the entire 1200 back plus another 100 in one double deck shuffle.

The pattern of having to lose thousands in order to make up hundreds is becoming all too real.

Trip is now -1600

I swear there is a pattern – it has occurred too many times for it not to be…I pretty much lose the first 5 hands of any shoe/shuffle and then when I finally get a double down (the latest example being Ace, 5 versus dealer 6 — I was dealt a 5 for 21 and the dealer congratulated me – of course, dealer turns over a 5 then draws a Queen) I lose or push it then proceed to go down ± 1k before regaining it plus another ½chip to 2 chips.

Trip is now -1550

This really is becoming ridiculous now – sat down to a double deck game, lost the first 5 hands, pushed a hand, then lost the final 5 — switched tables without winning a hand and the trip back to -2550

The shoe game started out nicely with a win but then, the blackjack gods couldn’t stand for that to happen again, so I lost the next 3 hands plus a double.  As the pattern has been, winning a few hands to start a shoe has not been in the cards (pun intended).  It is not until I am down to a couple chips of my buy-in that I get on any run – which merely brings me back to my buy-in — which, once again, happened here.

Trip was back to -1550 as I took a pizza break…
Satiated from the pizza, I continued my journey back to even and beyond, sitting down at a double deck game – on the first hand, I was dealt a 5,6 v dealer 10 – still gunshy, I doubles for less and was dealt a 5 for a 16 — dealer turned over a 6 -whoa, I had a chance – nope, dealer draws a 5

Per the usual, I lost the next four hands and decided to switch tables.

At the new game, I won 6 out of 10 by shuffle’s end.  Another 300 (slow and steady)

Trip is -1250

Normally, when a floorperson tells me that I should play at a certain table because the dealer is “dumping” – I merely assume the dealer will cease “dumping” as soon as I sit down (a la the “shoe of the century” I watched being played the other day followed by my sitting down and the shoe becoming the “perfect storm” instead).  However, this time I listened and was rewarded, by the end of the shuffle, with 500 in chips to the good.

I then shot the bull with another dealer who told me a guy at his table earlier was down about 10k betting 100-500/hand – the guy, apparently fed up with the situation, decided to put up 10k and either break even or lose his entire bankroll – well, the guy won!  It can be done lol

As for now, the trip is -750

I just met Barry the bulldog – 13 years old – laying down and refusing to get up from the marble casino floor due to overheating and being tired

The owners basically just standing there waiting for him to recuperate – don’t know why they are walking a bulldog in Vegas


My cousin texted me that his plane was on the ground so I was waiting for him before playing again but, after an hour I decided to play again – naturally, after a few hands he texted me he was here – fortunately, I had gained another 200 by then and the trip was now only -550

I kept cashing in the chips gained after each buy-in so I could feel my original cash bankroll attaining its former glory.  So each time I did I was assisted by the same cashier who would ask me “How close?” and telling me “You can do it!” Reminds me of the interaction between Richard Dreyfuss as a horseplayer and Robbie Coltrane as the parimutuel clerk in the movie Let It Ride

The High Limit Lounge at Aria is all 1k/hand minimum tonight:


Fast forward three hours:

I am feeling kind of numb right now – I guess I’ll begin at the beginning – my cousin arrived and I got him settled in – we then headed down to the casino – being only down 550 for the trip, I felt confident and positive that I could get back to even and then start winning…

I sat down and bought in at 6d game for 1k — won the first hand woohoo on my way

Second hand I had 200 up and was dealt 6,5 v dealer 6 — I doubled and was dealt a 5 for 16 — the dealer flipped over a Queen – OMG if I win I’ll be even for the trip and celebrate with a nice dinner and relaxation —

the dealer draws a 5 for 21










Rather than being even, I proceeded to be dealt 5 more doubles that shoe and lost them all – by the end of the shoe I was back to being down 2k

My cousin couldn’t believe it and neither could I so I switched tables to a double deck game – I was playing along with a couple who was already there who continually asked the dealer how to play their hands – the dealer was not knowledgeable at all – however they continued to win and I continued to lose – finally, the couple left and I was playing head’s up

Heard some noise behind me and the guys from those old Dockers commercials come to life had descended upon the table — they were merely watching at this point – I was dealt a double down of 2,9 v dealer 10 – the dealer told me if I double that I would win – of course, I did not win and told the dealer to leave my chip where it was, that she had guaranteed a win –  the floorperson I’m friendly with told me to relax and just play and all of a sudden, who chimes in from behind is one of the Dockers guys who thought it was his job to become Mr. Helper and start telling me to calm down and that if I knew anything about how to play blackjack that I wouldn’t be arguing that the dealer guaranteed  – I told him he had no idea what my level of familiarity was with the dealer and it was none of his business – he replied that he knew “everything there was to know about blackjack” – I rolled my eyes and resumed playing

Moments later, Mr. Helper and one of his buddies sat down to play, flanking me on my left and right– things were ok until Mr. helper doubled a 5,4 versus a 3 and was dealt a 10 — I was dealt a 10,2 and hit – all of a sudden I heard the wail of Mr. Helper yelling that nobody who knows blackjack hits a 12 versus 3 — I said nothing and the dealer corrected him – he told the dealer she was wrong and he called the floorperson over who informed him 12 v 3 is a hit — Mr. Helper refused to listen but, after he won the hand (with the help of my making the correct play) his friends tagged him and he had nothing to say…

I eventually switched tables, this time -3300 for the trip–in the next shoe, ran into a guy playing who would celebrate every time he didn’t busy and inform other players they should be happy when dealt a certain card – naturally, he was always wrong and I soon tired of his act, albeit another 1k down with the trip now -4500

I switched tables yet again and joined a lady playing who informed me she was down 12k –  I told her I’ve beenthisclosetoeven twice and got derailed by ridiculous shoes

Finally finally I was able to win more than one hand in a row – I even won a few double downs – however, a strange thing happened – I had the following hand:

2,2 v dealer 6

Split the 2s

First 2: dealt a 7, doubled and dealt a 3

Second 2: dealt an Ace, doubled and dealt a 9

the lady at the table was dealt a 16 and stayed

the dealer turned over an Ace for 17 but mistakenly kept hitting and busted (it was a non hit soft 17 table)

as we were getting paid he realized his mistake and he called the floorperson over -the floorperson said to just burn the cards he pulled and play the hand as a 17

Well, the roller coaster of emotions from our respective losses overtook us and the lady and I both called for the floorperson to reconsider and let the hand play as it was (admittedly, we were both “taking a shot”) – the shift manager came over to discuss it with us and he graciously allowed us to just take our original bets back – no harm no foul and very classy move (typical of Aria)

From there I was able to get a few more chips back and, although I never made it to even, I did dig myself back from being down 5k again to being down 2500 (think I have another comeback in me?)

Sweet dreams.


Vegas: August 2016 Day 6

Checked out of Caesars this morning after the front desk nonsense last night.  Took a Lyft down the block to Aria:

As I entered Aria a woman passed by me wearing Daisy Dukes with holes in them – basically giving everyone a window to her ass cheeks – I enjoyed watching the looks on people’s faces as she passed by — I wonder if these people have been to a pool or beach lately lol

I sat down to play after checking in, positive that I’d get to even and start winning…it was not to be.

I lost and lost and lost.  I really don’t know what else to say – If I had 20, dealer made 21 – I won only one double or split in playing for an hour.  I would normally recap the hideous hands but I’m trying to erase them from my memory.  

I do find it amazing though that whenever some random person walks by and decides to jump in mid-shoe, they win and I lose.

Rather than being even, I was down 5k.

I was wandering around the casino aimlessly when a dealer called me over to say hi-she told me I looked like I hadn’t slept – I told her I had, but that I haven’t eaten-she advised me to get some food and I took the advice, grabbing a couple Five Cheese slices from Five50.

After tearing through the slices I made my way back to the tables.  I was finally able to win a couple of doubles and, without much fanfare, was able to grab 1200 back to my side of the table.

Trip is -3800

So I smacked myself awake from a two hour nap, showered and shaved and heads o Starbucks.  I am normally a latte drinker but felt I needed something stronger (I suppose I could’ve ordered a double shot)  so I ordered a cold brewed iced coffee – although tastes like gasoline (to me), it does a wonderful job of kicking it up a notch (thank so, Emeril).

I hit the tables and the first table I went to the dealer said he wasn’t allowed to shuffle – I misunderstood and though for some reason they were closing the game.  A few moments later I saw him shuffling and he cleared things up for me – he was in the middle of a marker payoff and waiting for the floorperson.  I have played with this dealer before and he is very much cheering for the players.  When I would double certain hands he would acknowledge that I was playing “by the book” and when I asked him why he moved my chips from one side to the other on a split, he explained that the eye in the sky always wants the player’s original bet on the player’s right.   He said some dealers care and some dont-I then brought it full circle by saying that he is playing “by the book” lol

The shoe began nicely and, slowly and steadily, I was able to recapture 800 worth of chips.

Trip is now -3k


The official slot machine of Bohemian Grove


Rant: Headed down to the casino floor and YUP – forgot my key in the room – no worries – I’ll just head over to the front desk for a new one – I’m first in the Platinum line and there are three people on the regular front desk line.  Another guy joins the Platinum line as we watch the regular line diminishing as they are all called first.  They soon begin calling people from the regular line who didn’t line up until after we did.  I finally walked up when I saw someone leaving the clerk as she called yet another non-Platinum line guest – the other guest arrived seconds after I did and the clerk apologized to him that I had jumped the line.  REALLY REALLY‽ Don’t apologize on my behalf for your not doing your job – I am not one to think I am better than anyone else (far from it) but, in the casino world, tier level (almost) everything and, the blood, sweat, tears and cash it has taken to attain Platinum level is damn sure going to entitle me to a shorter line at the front desk when I need something! 🤑

End of rant.


I then sat down at a six deck game with a fun guy from Philly – we made it through the shoe with a couple chips in our direction and not much else to write home about other than having a good time – hope to play with him again – Good Luck Don

Took a break and chatted it up with a shift boss who made me an “honorary employee” to keep the riff-raff from entering the non-roped-off pit area lol

I have seen people wander through the pit and pick up the phone and start making calls – hilarious.

As for the current chip count:  -2700

Ok – took a walk and headed back to the tables – once again at a shoe game – started the shoe off rocky and, due to the roller coaster of the trip, I started playing “scared” (or should it be I was “scarred” by my previous “luck”) on doubles, doubling for less three times and winning each time, costing myself about 175.  Be that as it may, I was still able to garner the attention of a few good hands and pick up some more chips.

Trip now -2100

Let’s not get too crazy but apparently I have earned (in the past year) $9 free slot play – I guess at some point in time I must have played some slots – so the MLIFE desk clerk gave me a brochure on how to access it – although I’m not sure anyone should actually write their PIN (wow, I didn’t say PIN Number)  in the brochure (although it is perforated):

Took a brief respite to relax and eventually made my way down the yellow brick road to the main floor blackjack pit — dealer was shuffling up a 6D game and I sat down — I was dealt a first hand blackjack, pushed a 20 on the second hand, pushed a 20 on the third hand, then a dealer blackjack followed by another dealer blackjack – lots of high cards out already – luckily though, I hit a couple of doubles and halfway through the shoe felt the pangs of hunger, deciding to take a break with four more chips in my pocket, making the trip now -1700

 My hunger led me to Lemongrass inside Aria where I ordered the sesame chicken (level 3 spicy) with sticky rice:

Yummy and spicy!

As I headed back to my room, I noticed a giant crowd on the line to get into the nightclub here at Aria – apparently the Australian rapper Iggy Azalea is performing here tonight…

On that note, I’m taking myself upstairs and heading to bed — living to fight another day at the blackjack tables.

Sweet dreams.

Vegas: August 2016 Day 5

One female.  High heels.  Black thigh high fishnet stockings.  Short shorts.  Bra top.  Early twenty-something.

Three males.  Fifty-somethings. Dad bods.  Tommy Bahama tees.  Cargo shorts.  Sandals.  Bud lights.

Bellagio.  Blackjack.  I wonder when their friendship began…?


Need an angel on my shoulder to get on the winning side of this trip.

Sat down at Aria to a double deck game, bought in, dealer change, shuffle, dealer change, ready to go, dealer change back to second dealer lol All that before I played one hand

I started the shuffle with a win followed by a push then a losing double down.  After five hands I was down 500 and remained there through the cut card.

Second shuffle things began going my way – won two doubles, was dealt a blackjack and pressed my way back to regaining the 500 plus another 400.

Trip is now -1k.

Took a breather and eventually headed back to the tables, this time to a 6D shoe game.  The dealer broke from the gate faster than Seabiscuit with a first hand blackjack.  From there I lost or pushed the next 6 hands, resulting in losing a quick 900 out of the 1k buy-in — things changed when I was dealt a blackjack of my own.  I battled through ¾ of a shoe until I had the 900 back.  Then as the end of the shoe approached, I hovered around even until I was able to win the final two hands, one blackjack and one dealer bust.

As such, the trip is now -750.

I headed back to the room to relax and get ready for an event my friend invited me to over  at the Foundation Room in Mandalay Bay.  After getting ready, I had some time so I headed downstairs to check out the blackjack action – as I approached the $100min, the dealer dealt himself a blackjack – I took that as a sign to leave my play until later.


Advice from my Lyft driver who informed me she also works as a dealer for MGM:

The best odds to make money in the casino is to play WAR; and

The second best odds are to play blackjack BUT you MUST play TWO HANDS at a time…



Mandalay Bay scenery:

View from the Foundation Room:

The event was a wine club event for a group my friend belongs too – I suppose just a way to get people of the same interests mixing and mingling – although average age was 60!  I ordered the Wagyu burger and relaxed (I don’t like wine), stayed for an hour and headed back to Caesars.

I looked for a 100min game in Palace Court but there was only one to be found and the table was full.  They had two double deck games at 200min – a shoe game at 500min and a Reserved game.  Oh well, see if anything opens up shortly.

Ok got back to Caesars and the WIFI (paid for through the resort fee) situation was not resolved – instead, I spent the next 40 minutes at the front desk attempting to explain that I should not be charged for something that didn’t work –  here is a summary in a tweet form:







Ok – after that nonsense, reconvened with my buddy who was playing VP at the Caesars Lobby Bar and we adjourned to the Palace Court where I awaited a new shuffle and joined a 6d 100min game where there were already a couple of players.  The first hand gave me a winning double down and, without much else to write home about, had won 400 by mid-shoe and decided to take a break.  The others at the table asked how I could leave a good shoe – I have my standard answer “If my hand is never going to lose again, then by all means play it and you can reap the rewards” – to which I always receive a sideways glance for.

My buddy is of the mindset that the attractiveness of a dealer adds to his enjoyment of th casino experience…as such, we headed to the Onnia party out and he sat down at a $5 Three Card Poker table because he thought the dealer was hot.  I was my usual nonsensical self and the dealer said I was “weird” – although that didn’t stop her from laughing at my jokes (or was she laughing at me (who knows who cares – I don’t change my personality just because someone thinks I’m “weird”)).  She was tapped out by a Russian girl who acted as if the Cold Wat was still in season–my buddy, having had plenty of beers by this point, decided he would ask her if her breasts were real – this did not go over well and she openly began rooting against my buddy – I tried to calm the situation and we eventually got up and left.  

About 20 minutes later we went back and he played with the original dealer who asked which one of us made the comment to the other dealer about her breasts – I tried to ease the tension by saying it was my fault as I wasn’t babysitting my buddy properly — however, she then stated that the party pit dealers, dressed in tight push-up corsets and spandex pants, are supposed to maintain a “non-sexualized atmosphere” at their tables – huh‽ 

A few moments later, the Russian dealer tapped back in, a few new players joined he table, and we called it a night.

As it now stands, the trip is -350 and I will be switching hotels tomorrow.

Sweet dreams.