So I've scaled back on the hold'em front, not because I'm tired or out of money, but because it occurrs to me that there may be more effective avenues for me to increase my unearned income. Such a great concept, that. Money for nothing; the chicks for free must come later, I guess...
Speaking of which, it turns out that Springs is a tricky place to meet women. There's no shortage of single girls, but the problem is that half the population is under the age of 3. The mothers tend to be anywhere from 16-22, so the trick is to find a girl that is both old enough to date me, and young enough not to be already way too involved with somebody else. I have no qualms about eliminating rival suitors through any means necessary, but I'm not such a jaded playa that I'll come between a man and his kid.
What else is new? Oh yeah, my landlord has been promoted to overlord, and is now in control of my eating, drinking, sleeping, and working out. It's good that somebody is up to the challenge; Shane's certainly more qualified than I am. I've had two workouts so far, and I'm usually dead by the end of the warmup. (The Olympic Training Center, mind you, is downhill from us). I'm gonna be so buff that I'll have to be careful not to step on all the dead vampires everywhere I go.
It officially went below freezing this morning. I wasn't happy with that; the least the city could've done was to consult me on it. By the time I was up and ready to go, though, it had risen to 38 or so, so I had no excuse not to come in to work. Next week, though, it looks like I'm going to have strep throat, so that's something to look forward to.
I'm still out of Zoloft, and while working out helps with the endorphin levels, which probably have a positive interaction with various feel-good neurotransmitters, I'm not sure I can get along without it for that much longer. It's a rush that's hard to describe; on the one hand, I feel more alive than I have in a long time, but then again, that's only a good thing if I like being alive to begin with. So I'm kinda breaking even.
Speaking of which, it turns out that Springs is a tricky place to meet women. There's no shortage of single girls, but the problem is that half the population is under the age of 3. The mothers tend to be anywhere from 16-22, so the trick is to find a girl that is both old enough to date me, and young enough not to be already way too involved with somebody else. I have no qualms about eliminating rival suitors through any means necessary, but I'm not such a jaded playa that I'll come between a man and his kid.
What else is new? Oh yeah, my landlord has been promoted to overlord, and is now in control of my eating, drinking, sleeping, and working out. It's good that somebody is up to the challenge; Shane's certainly more qualified than I am. I've had two workouts so far, and I'm usually dead by the end of the warmup. (The Olympic Training Center, mind you, is downhill from us). I'm gonna be so buff that I'll have to be careful not to step on all the dead vampires everywhere I go.
It officially went below freezing this morning. I wasn't happy with that; the least the city could've done was to consult me on it. By the time I was up and ready to go, though, it had risen to 38 or so, so I had no excuse not to come in to work. Next week, though, it looks like I'm going to have strep throat, so that's something to look forward to.
I'm still out of Zoloft, and while working out helps with the endorphin levels, which probably have a positive interaction with various feel-good neurotransmitters, I'm not sure I can get along without it for that much longer. It's a rush that's hard to describe; on the one hand, I feel more alive than I have in a long time, but then again, that's only a good thing if I like being alive to begin with. So I'm kinda breaking even.
