Fire at the Monte Carlo

It was interesting to see the damage to the Monte Carlo, which was only about five minutes from the timeshare we stayed at Sunday night. I first learned of the fire on the planeride down. The guy beside me asked where I was headed to as we were landing in Salt Lake City. When I told him, he said, "what hotel are you staying at, because it might be on fire." The tone made it only slightly less creepy than saying, "what hotel are you staying at, because I'm going to follow you there."

I had NSD tonight, and it seriously kicked my ass. My legs didn't feel that tired, but they were. I was a little worried when I started to feel fatigued three things into the workout. I still have a hockey game tonight, and I'm a little afraid.