The one suck factor of Vegas is that while the hotels seem relatively close together, in reality they are not. The get further apart as you walk closer to them. It's like that never-ending hallway in a horror film as it telescopes away.

I'm on my last day of my convention today and my mother, who decided to tag along with me on this trip, has run me ragged. Not in a bad way, but in a walking way.

She out-walked me. I have walked the entire Vegas strip 3 days in a row and my feet and legs are killing me. As soon as I am done with classes, we are out and about.

Having Plantar Fasciitis blows. It's not the walking that hurts, it's the resting part and then getting back up.

This morning I wake up with a raging case of "my feet are on fire and if I get up out of bed I will fall since my feet are locked up" disease.

Mom: "Oh... you look like your feet are hurting you?"

Me: "Yeah, it's really bad today. I need a ball to roll my feet on."

Mom: "I GOT ONE WITH ME! I'LL GO GET IT!"

Yes, leave it to my mother to carry a tennis ball around with her for no clear reason. This is the same woman who, when I went to Lowes with her and said I wished I had a tape measure, gave me the same response. Who the hell carries a tape measure in their purse? My mother, that's who.

Needless to say, I was never so happy in my life to see a tennis ball.

I'm so ready to come home.