epc: apk saw a pig walking down the street last week on his way to work
epc: by itself
epc: at 8:30 am
rrc: lol
rrc: on its morning commute
epc: yup
epc: he said it looked really happy
i won $20 in poker last night after i came home from drinking with a bunch of friends. my tolerance certainly seems to be going back up. we had lively conversations involving metrosexuals, george clooney, and the pronunciation of "banana" (all separate topics).
i do think i'm getting more and more out of it though, since this lack of sleep just seems to be building. i went to bed at 3:30 on thursday, 4:00 on friday, and 3:30 last night. yesterday i slept in until 10:00, but friday and today i was up by 8:30. i have to work this afternoon, too -- i'm going to be all sloppy and out of it.
that's all. i'm going to play some poker and then once the baby wakes up we'll go buy some stuff.
so, arakawa took the gold. i thought this was fair, though i was very sad for slutskaya, who looked like she wanted to bawl the whole time she was on the podium. i was also sad for sasha cohen, who skated beautifully after those two nasty falls. with her falling twice and slutskaya only falling once, i was very surprised that cohen left with a silver. but, anyway.
i thought arakawa skated gorgeously, notwithstanding her not doing the triple-triples, or whatever. but after getting irritable that sarah hughes made some smarmy comment about how, you know, no one skated their best or gave an performance of a lifetime tonight, i went online and watched her gold medal-winning performance. i begrudgingly admit that it was a fantastic performance. it's just her ill-fortune to have beaten america's sweetheart and earn the wrath of the country. though i guess i still don't care that much. but i'll stop trash-talking her.
my mom was in a great mood today. she was feeling really good. it was nice.
i just wanted to note to everybody that barbara fucking kicks ass.
that is all.
i have been playing reasonably tight for the last two days and have just been lose- lose- losing. i am so fucking pissed off. i will get, like, one playable hand in 50, and i just fucking lost where i had AK and flopped a pair of aces because some jackass made a low straight on the river. then i got AA, and lost to a KQ because both his cards paired up.
ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i'm no longer up anything since my last buy-in. which means i've lost the $70 that i was up. i know there are bigger things in life, but right now i want to kill someone.
while losing money at poker (i have apparently gone tilt, and when i'm not playing tilt i'm betting nut hands only to be beat by the river), i am depressing myself by reading online about survivors of pancreatic cancer. i mean, i'm very happy for them, but they either didn't have adenocarcinoma, or they had a successful whipple. oh, well one guy was worse off and wasn't operable to begin with. so his story was nice to read. i forgot about it in the midst of all the others that don't apply to us.
anyway. i'm tired, but annoyed that i lost all the money i won earlier (i think i'm $10 down for the day, actually), and *shock* i don't want to go to sleep. my back hurts, too. i think it's from carrying the baby around. he's a solid little tank, let me tell you.
i've played a lot of poker this week. i think that it's my big distraction from everything that's going on -- i'll go to work all day, come back to my mom's hang out with her until she goes to sleep (which is later and later, since after the surgery she has to eat every few hours and doesn't like to go to bed too early -- that and one of her new medications causes insomnia), and then i'll end up getting online and playing poker until 2 or 3 in the morning. considering that i've had to get up by 8 or 8:30 every day this week (and once, 7:30), i was pretty fucking exhausted by the end of the week. people have suggested that i get some sleeping aids or something, but i'm actually tired throughout all of this, i just don't want to seem to go to sleep anyway (this goes far beyond my standard not wanting to sleep even when tired), which is why i think it's some sort of coping mechanism -- these couple hours i have entirely to myself.
anyway, my progress with the poker (i want to win back that first $100 i dropped when i first started, and also the, uh, $100 or so i dropped in blackjack) has been slow because, while i'll go a few days winning bits here and there, i'll blow that progress in one night when i'm feeling particularly tired and antsy and all that. for example, i was about $60 toward my goal last night, and then got really irritable and started betting like crazy on stupid hands and dropped $20. this pissed me off, though now i feel better because as a remedy i played an hour or so today at a higher-stakes table (no worries, i only jumped from .25/.50 to .50/1) and won $25. so i'm about $65 toward my goal again.
little things like this convince me that if i continue to learn more about poker and stop playing stupidly when i'm really tired (or drunk, which i've also done this week, though i won that night), i should be able to hit my goal. of course, convictions like this are why i tend to stay gambling long after i should stop.
i'm sure this is not particularly interesting to read about, but there's not so much else going on. i plan to go back to del's sometime this week, and hopefully will be drinking sans crazy girl in party dress. woo. bye.
i just had an entirely surreal night at del's with one of my quasi-work friends. we started off having just good times, talking and joking and whatnot, and then we randomly met this guy who was friends with some girl we noticed because she was wearing some shiny pink prom dress with white gloves and pearls. apparently it was her 27th birthday yesterday, and she made a goal to kiss 28 people (+1 for good luck) during this birthday week of hers. at some point later that night, she came by and i wished her a happy birthday and asked if she wanted a drink. "no, you can't buy me a drink, but you should kiss me."
this was very confusing. i wasn't actually so sure that i wanted to kiss her, so instead my friend and i each kissed her on the cheek, which her friends documented with their digital camera (to record the 28 kisses, apparently). she then throughout the night kept coming back and dancing up against me and saying such things as, "i'm so bi it's not even funny."
this of course spurred my friend to call her over and force us to exchange phone numbers. i at this point established that i would not be likely to call her, especially given how drunk she was (i also pointed out to my friend that i wasn't exactly looking to date, but this was to no avail), and i drew out from her the fact that she is actually straight, though she has kissed a girl before. this conversation apparently scared the shit out of her (she called me a "predator" for talking to her while she was drunk, to my mortification), and she shied away for the rest of the night. this was somewhat a relief to my greatly embarrassed self.
i retaliated by embarrassing my friend and asking some cute boy if he did indeed want her phone number. she apparently did think he was cute and nice, though, so the only issue for her was whether or not he did actually want her number. when she went to the bathroom, however, he assured me that this was the case, so i think she's okay with it.
anyway, we met a ton of characters tonight, and it was a blast. i also shockingly had i think six beers and barely felt it. it was fun. i hadn't been out like that in a long while. i'm going to have to work this more into my schedule. woo hoo.
from the ap:
BERLIN (Reuters) - A German youth who tied himself to a foldaway bed because he was bored was rescued by police after becoming trapped in its mechanism, officials said on Tuesday.
Neighbors alerted the police in the western German town of Schwelm after hearing the 16-year-old's cries for help late on Monday night.
When police entered the apartment, they found the bed had folded itself away and the red-faced youth was tied upside down to it with a tow-rope and wire and unable to free himself.
"He said he did it because he was bored," said Dietmar Trust, a spokesman for the local police. "He was visibly embarrassed but it was also a pretty amusing situation."
whenever i hear "bubble toes" by jack johnson (which i used to listen to obsessively to the point where jkt said she would end up a crazy homeless woman pushing a shopping cart down the street muttering "da... dada... dada..." all offbeat and crazy-like), and it gets to that one part where he sings
if you would only listen you might just realize what you're missin you're missin me
if you would only listen you might just realize what you're missin you're missin me
i think of how one day isaac made the observation, "you know, that's probably not true. generally whenever you're in a situation where you might be saying this to someone, chances are that they know what they are missing and they disagree with your assessment."
i miss isaac.
i love michelle kwan. i was very sad when she had to withdraw from the olympic team due to injury, though i think it was the right decision and shows her character. i don't think she needed a gold to make it clear that she is and has been the best figure skater for the last decade, but i am sad that she won't win a gold because of all the stupid, annoying people out there who don't seem to realize that there are other competitions out there. i'm sick of hearing people say, "i love michelle kwan, but she did her best, and someone else beat her." are you fucking kidding me?
michelle kwan has won how many national championships? how many world championships? sarah hughes won by fucking default -- she won because by fluke michelle kwan happened to fall. not because she was better. (poor sarah hughes is the object of so much venom because she "beat" america's sweetheart.) that's why she had to quit and go pro right away -- if she kept competing, people would see just how not better than michelle kwan she was. SARAH HUGHES IS NOT BETTER THAN MICHELLE KWAN JUST BECAUSE SHE SCORED HIGHER THAN KWAN IN ONE COMPETITION IN WHICH MICHELLE KWAN ACTUALLY FELL DOWN!!!
hmm. maybe i am misdirecting some negative energy here. oh well. and poor emily hughes. i hate her too, just by association.
i hate it when you put your hands under an automatic faucet and the water fucking shocks your hand upon contact. also, my office's toilet flushed while i was still sitting on it (i had actually just sat down). i don't like that, either.
i'm up $10 in poker today. woo hoo. since i apparently have developed a new poker addiction (and abandoned my backgammon addiction), i ordered poker books that isaac recommended. maybe i'll learn what i'm doing.
i think it cheats. i do. yes, i am aware there is a house advantage, since you have to act before it, but it will win, like 15 hands in a row -- and it won't be because i busted or something, but because no matter where i end up, it beats me by 1. then we will push a few times, and then we'll both get blackjack. it's really fucking annoying. i got pissed off so i decided just to lose all my money -- so there's something like $84 to blackjack (i lost, like, $60 yesterday, and $24 today). i'm not going to play that stupid program anymore. it's not like i'm so good at blackjack anyway, but i'll feel better if i can see the stupid cards. grrr.
oh, but i'm not really losing at poker anymore, so that's good. i'll win $10 here, lose $5-10 there, i'm pretty much even. meh.
i discovered last night that you can play $1 blackjack at partypoker.com. last night i played a few minutes and won $5. i decided that in order to keep savings i wouldn't let myself get greedy and would immediately stop if ever i was up $20 (because i was up $20 last night, but then went down to $5 up). so tonight i played and got $20 up. i logged off. i immediately logged back on and lost the $20.
so i suppose i'm no better or worse off than i was before i started. but i still feel like i lost somehow. damn it.