I feel sleepy while I write this.

My high school reunion is coming up. It's been ten years since I went to high school, and I've realized that I really don't remember how people were. I remember the people, but I don't remember how anyone... was. Kinda odd. Thanks to the wonders of the internet, I'm starting to talk to people again, but I still feel as if I'm going to this thing like it's a party where I don't know anyone. I hate those kind of parties.

So, as with any event in life that makes you think about what you've done with your time here on earth, my brain started to panic, and suddenly I wanted to do all this crap I never do, like eat right and work out. Why? Cause I wanted to look good for when I went back. That's an interesting thought in and of itself. Not sure why a high school reunion would trigger such thoughts in my brain. It's not like I care what these people think of me. I think I made a big deal of looking like I didn't care back then, and I really don't remember if it (my apapthy) was genuine or just an act. It really shouldn't matter anyway. We're all human. We all bleed red. We'll all curl up and die some day.

I just plan on dying well fed.

-D out.

Oi.

So, life decided to take several sharp left turns in succession. I was nearly thrown clear, yet I was saved by my wallet chain getting caught on the seat-reclining-lever.

That was a metaphor. It's where you make a comparison by saying one thing is another thing, and letting the mental image that wells forth in the reader's head do the trick.

Where was I? Right. Life. So my parents moved out of state, removing my "safety net" for when life gets "unfair." A good friend of mine is moving to Idaho in a couple of months, and I'll miss the times we hung out and played heads up poker cause we didn't have anything better to do. I left my job and spent a number of weeks wondering how I was going to pay rent. I'm still kinda curious, but with my starting of a new job on Monday, I'll be fine.

Another thing. I've always been leary of who I told the following to because there's a stigma atached to what I'm about to say. At least, I think there's a stigma. Maybe I'm just being excessively paranoid.

Yesterday I turned $60 into $200 playing $3-6 limit hold 'em at Casino Arizona (101 & Indian Bend, the one at 101 and McKellips doesn't spread poker) and it was very easy for me to do so. I'm going to take a shot at playing poker (semi-)professionally. There. I said it. I don't plan on selling everything I have and moving to Vegas with dollar signs in my eyes, but poker is something that I feel I have some skill at, and for some reason, people are willing to part with large sums of money over cards. Why should I deny them that privledge?

Now, I realize that yes, I will lose my bankroll at one point or another. It happens to everyone who is trying what I am trying. I'm okay with that. My bankroll is made out of discretionary income that I've been putting aside for about a year now. If I lose it, I'll still be okay.

Alright, kiddos. Chew that over and spit it back out at me. No homework this week, but there might be a pop quiz next Tuesday.

-D out.