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I've got lots of things I could talk about, since I've just recently rediscovered that I somewhat enjoy writing, but I think I'll only talk about the one that actually equals guaranteed pleasure in my life right now. Poker. Yes, it's not very interesting for most people and it probably will never lead to world peace, but damn, I love that game. I've finally broken my losing streak. After 7 or 8 losses in a row, I've won my last 2 poker nights and recouped most of my losses. I think that I just got timid at some point, and it made me lose. If I just play the people and not my own cards, I can usually come out with something. Plus, having straight-straight-2 pair in three successive hands does wonders for a short stack in a head to head match. Sometimes you get lucky, I guess. The roommate didn't cook anything tonight, i don't know whether to be disappointed, bemused, or insert adjective here i'm tired. Tonight was Yoga night, but I didn't go. I walked all the way across campus to the hall where the class was going on. There were only about 6 people down there. I looked down at them, and kept walking before they saw me. I hate that about myself. I don't know why, but I just bug out of too many easy situations. Maybe the shyness, maybe stupidity. Fuck.