Viva Colorado...

Besides the shooting that happend in my complex, the 112 + degree weather, my monotonous work day surrounded by 65+ year old collegues and the fact that there is not a gas station located within five miles of the ten mile commute to my workplace - Henderson just might be starting to grow on me. I don't like my job - not a new thing, if you know me, you know I have never liked work - but I am continuing to make the effort to meet new people, meet good people and stay away from the Copper Keg (the only place I've found out here that has Fat Tire).

For real though, it is time I buck up, enjoy the fact that I am only a $98 plane ride back to my precious Rocky Mountains and start living the way a Las Vegasinian, Vegasan, Vegasite would. We'll see how this goes...