Bleary eyed with a questionable car battery which isn't quite dead, but failed to start the car when we got off the plane, Matt and I are back from Vegas. No suitcase full of cash, but Matt did manage to convert me into a craps addict (minus the superstitions). We still have a list of trip related things to do: unpack, sort through built up mail, and pick up my mice, but for now I'm just going to curl up in and go to sleep.