Thursday, February 14, 2002
|12:41 PM|
Ah, another morning, another day regretting eating all of the real food the night before. Oh, and it's valentines day. Wait...wait, I think....NO! I'm still alone. V-day can ram me right in the ass, just like the year before, and the year before that, and actually every valentines day except sophomore year of high school, during which my best friend asked permission to date my ex. That one was entertaining.
I was in a poker game last night, down to less than $5 by the time Vorpal called it quits. He probably assumes (for good reason) that I was knocked out of the game shortly thereafter. I wasn't. I made all my money back and more, walking out with $38. Not exactly the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, but when your arms feel week from losing $5 on a single hand, and you're staring at being knocked out of the game, fighting back to positive numbers feels damned good.
The woman I left a message with has not called back, but according to a friend of hers she is terrible about returning calls, and so I'm going to break a cardinal rule and make another call. I wouldn't except on the advice of some pretty "with it" "hep cats" so I feel pretty safe. The worst thing that could happen is that I end up not having a date, and that's not really a change.
It's busy here at work, so I can't do anything requiring mental effort. I noticed a blog that I read has a webhit counter about to hit 10,000. I've been refreshing on the page every couple minutes waiting for it to turn over, just like I glance down at my tripometer more often right before it rolls over.
One thing that was kind of odd last night was that I felt like crap mentally, but physically okay. After getting my ass kicked royally for a while I took a shot of whiskey to calm my nerves. I soon after felt ill physically, but solidly on my poker game. Whiskey can sometimes help those in need, like....the force, or friendly sea creatures.
[edit]Though his interest has waned since finding out there is no money to win, my co-worked has now refreshed on that same webcounter a couple times. Christ, you'd think that now that it's slowed down a bit here we could find something better to do, but, Oh No! We have to watch numbers. At least we don't feel the compulsion to constantly wash our hands, despite them Never Ever getting Clean.
It would seem that the counter maxes out at 10,000 and has gone all vanishy and stuff. Bah.
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//That should close up the previous year.
///Say this is the swap from 2001 to 2002, that should close up the 2001 links.
///Problem is, we also need to close up the final month links too.
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