it's cheaper than a nervous breakdown

I've decided to drop the defensiveness and embrace a guilty pleasure.  Guilt is a wasted emotion anyway.  It's the Vegas thing.  We're going back this week.  I can't help it, man.  It seems to be the only place I can relax these days.  Some people have their lake cabins.  I have Las Vegas.  And it doesn't help that I keep being tempted by free hotel stays at Bellagio or Aria or Mirage and other free stuff.  Three days of Vegas and I'll be refreshed and ready to be out of there, but it won't be long til I want to go back.  And I will.