damn, just clicked 'sign out' instead of 'post'...so i'll have to try and write this again...

more news: i got home at about 8:30am last night from poker....down 4.90 for the night. went down almost ten, went up maybe five, and then back down to end the night. shit. we had like ten people there...three and a half of which hadn't played much poker and made the game a bit slow...but whatever, the more the merrier (in the poker ring, just not all on one night).

got a message on my answering machine when i woke up today from my neighbor...apparently i'd forgotten to turn the timer off on my stereo, so it went on at 7am and didn't turn off 'till 8am playing 'rufio', this new rock band i like. yeah, he said a lotta people wanted to kill me, i feel like an ass, but i thought it was pretty fuckin' funny at the same time : ) i'll post an apology on my door i suppose.

so some stats for the beginning of this weekend:
-in the 25 hour period from 7am friday to 8am saturday, i slept one hour.
-i slept four hours before that period (see previous post)
-if i'd slept one more hour, i would've SLEPT in the same time period today (saturday) that i had WORKED yesterday (friday)...very intersting.

i really do love how i can just flip my schedule back and forth....is it a gift? or a curse?

one of my favorite 'philosophies' (if you can call it that) poses the following q/a:

q-why do dogs lick their balls?

a-because they can.

it's very simple, but very intersting to me, because there are many, many things that i know aren't good for me, or the people around me, that i do simply because i can. i drink. i sleep weird. i eat bad. i'm sarcastic. i'm cold hearted. it goes on. i think a lotta people do this and it's actually kinda sad methinks. but hell, when it comes down to it, we are but animals. rock.