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So I’m playing online poker again. It’s fun and a good way to kill a few hours.
Just one problem. I’m very unlucky.
I can lose 2000 dollars to blinds just because I don’t have a hand to work with. And the one time I can scrap together anything better than a pair, that’s when the asshole with 15,000 and an avatar of a hot rod gets a four of a kind.
I suspect some motherfuckers of cheating, but then I remember these are play money games, and what would be the fucking point.
In other news, my day went like this.
-I woke up at around 2:40 in the afternoon. My back is sore and I instantly know that swimming laps are out of the question. I suspect this is my body punishing me for choosing to watch the lost world last night. Those jurassic park movies are unbelievably stupid. Thinking that they would be a little more interesting after many years was probably the dumbest thing I’ve ever done.
-I get a bottle of water and sit outside with my mom while she reads. Waiting for her to tell her plans for dinner. This goes longer than I’m comfortable with but we decided Jack in the Box.
-I go upstairs and finish the second to last dungeon in Link to the Past while I listen to smodcast episodes. This leads to me getting to the final dungeon, and quitting out of frustration. These early zelda games are psychotic in difficulty for me, for whatever reason.
-Redownload Party Poker software and play a few hands, contemplating my growing appreciation for beer, despite my dislike for other forms of booze.
-Surf the web a little before my mom gets back for dinner.
-Eat my ultimate cheeseburger while watching the angry video game nerd. Here I realize that there really is no way to be happy in regards to food. When you eat what you want, you feel guilty because you know it’s bad for you. When you’re watching what you eat, you feel bad because you’re eating shitting things. Finding the balance is hard, and lately I’ve been not swimming as much. The fear of getting fat occurs to me.
-There was an hour after dinner where I played poker and just wondered when the fuck Justin and I are going to get back to work on the sketches. I wrote the first script. As far as I’m concerned, we’re pretty much ready to film it. But I don’t want to write anything more until I know that this will actually be something we work towards. I end up shrugging it off after winning a 2000 dollar hand. It’s kind of in Justin’s court from here.
-Watched “Spaced” and fell asleep.
