944 words of random poking at W&W this morning, not all of them sequential. It's a jigsaw puzzle of a book, and I'm stopping because I need to concretize some bad-guy motivations. We're supposed to be meeting Kelly for lunch in two hours down on the Strip. I think the plan is to go to Red Square, where I haven't eaten before, but they have Lenin's head in the vodka freezer. I'm sleepy.