And now…

I just read yesterday's post, and I truly am sorry for that horrendous mash up of bad grammar and non-sensical ramblings.

Things…

Wow, I'm surprised that things still work around here. I was expecting to log in to MT and find some database had been corrupted or some other frustrating task that I usually have to fix.

But to my surprise every thing is fine and dandy. Hoo-ray!

I've been playing sickening ammounts of poker everyday, atleast two hours a day. I've finally played enough on PokerStars to order a T-Shirt. I ordered the black, because a geek can never have enough black T-Shirts. I've also managed to snag my self a set of of Desert Sands ceramic poker chips and a setup of Copag plastic cards. Sweet.

I managed to snag these lovely items by playing for little marketing scams that you see on the web all the time. I went to PokerSourceOnline.com. They are quite reputable, they advertise in CardPlayer magazine all the time.

I've also been suffering from seasonal allergies. I felt much worse yesterday, but the symptoms are still there, lingering in the back my nasal cavities.

During my younger days, I use to swear by Claritin when it was a prescription medicine within in minutes I would be jumping and skiping and singins songs... too much information.

However, since my beloved allergy medicine joined the ranks of Benedryl and NyQuil and the shelves of my local Walgreens, it hasn't worked the same. Taking a Claritin had the same effect of taking one Tylenol. I needed something new, something that would knock my symptoms out flat on their back.

Lila and I walked the medication aisles of Walgreens readings labels and checking directions, a woman her daughter had recommended Actifed. But that was baby games, I needed something different, something that hasn't been in my blood stream.

Sudafed.

That's it! I've never taken this stuff before, I grabbed the ticket and off we went. Now let me explain the whole ticket thing. California is known for its high population of Meth labs. Psudophedrine is a main ingredient in meth, add to the mix that meth heads were stealing the drugs to make their precious meth.

Which brings us back to poker, I won my first $22 SNG on Full Tilt Poker under the influence of Sudafed!

You have new Picture Mail!

You have new Picture Mail!

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Got knocked out of poker tourney today, got knocked out way too early holding pocket A's. K-10 one the hand.

i often think…

I feel as if my eyes are about to explode out of sockets. Unleashing a massive aterial spray of blood and eye ball juice.

Yes, I am indeed very tired. But I must fight to stay awake, I must make sure that every thing I do in my life is documented. That's why I carry a Moleskine notebook with me 80% of the time.

I remember a long time ago, I made a post that I called a stream of conciousness type deal. Just what ever popped in to my head I let flow from my brain, down my arms, twisting arouond my wrists to my caloused finger tips, the slight clickity-clack of my white Apple keyboard, assures me that my thoughts are recorded as I realise them to be. My thoughts.

The inside of my kneed itches, not extremely, just enough to warrant the action of actually scratching my knee through my jeans. I often find that doing menial tasks is not worth the price of the expended energy.

Michael (my brother-in-law), slumbers in my bed, dreaming of bacon cheese fries and poker chips. Lila and Stefanie sit in comfort on our sectional talking shop, babies and houses. I sit in my office typing away my thoughts. Giving them away freely on the internet, giving away a piece of myself to every one who wishes to snatch it up for the own personal consumption.

Yes, I am tired.

Tales from Borders

"You still have Yeah, Yeah, Yeah's CD, right?" She said.

He rolled his eyes and nodded his head in agreement. "Mark and I are thinking of opening up our own record label," she said with an extreme ammount of smuggness, "but the problem is we would be the only ones buying the albums. We're the only ones in this town who buy good music."

She then began her ramblings about The Used being far superior to Yellowcard, when in fact both bands are equally terrible in every single way.

I walked away from their pretentioius holier-than-thou egos and walked over to Lila.

And so, I sit on this worn leather chair, listening to Coltrane Play the Blues and the airhead behind me wax philosophical about her MySpace friends.

These are the tales of Borders Bookstore.

You have new Picture Mail!

You have new Picture Mail!

Originally uploaded by batfish.

Jag and Steff 5am Denny's son.

Revelation at Rite-Aid

A major revelation hit me as I sat in the massage chair next to the pharmacist's counter in Rite-Aid. I sat there, enjoying the plastic faux-fingers kneeding my aching back, as I let out soft moans of joy, I opened my eyes and I was hit in the face with an epiphany;

'What if I crap my pants?!'

Ok, maybe I should explain myself a little better before I go on. Directly accross from me, was a huge end cap of adult diapers. I sat in that chair, staring at the large pack of Depends and the idea hit me in the face, it's totally plausible that I could one day lose all control of my bowels and bladder and just let 'er go.

The point I'm getting to is that nothing is pre-determined, nothing can go the way we want it to just because we say so. I cannot wish myself to not crap my pants or get hit by a car or start losing my mind just because I don't feel like it.

I suppose you could say I was hit in the face by my own mortality, by a bunch of adult diapers no less. But it really got to me, it made me think that I'm not the invincible sixteen year old I once was.