The more times I reread yesterday's post, the stronger my conviction that I should have just pushed all-in with my two-pair. Of course, if that bastard had turned up a set, I would be making preparations for seppuku right now.

I sometimes worry that I am wasting my life watching I Love the 80s.

Weird.

I just remembered that I wanted to be a writer.

Somewhere around a year ago, I had decided that I wanted to become a writer (by which I mean - I wanted to write professionally and have my written work published).

How does one forget something like that?

How does one forget one's dreams?

My mother is "a writer" now that she's retired. ( Read more... )