Baby It's Cold Outside
I should go to the gym and work out. I probably will. But I don't wanna. I wanna stay here where it's nice and warm.
Took that picture this morning. No lie, the icicles grew another six inches from all the runoff this morning. If this was my house I'd be outside with a big stick knocking them off so the gutters don't peel away from the roof. But this isn't my house. I rent. Screw it. Then again, I like knocking icicles off gutters. Makes me feel like I'm cheating death as they fall to earth. And I'm all about cheating death.
After yesterday's bloodbath I played a little tournament last night just to clear my palate. Doubled up early on, and then I won one of those dream hands you, uh, dream about. I was dealt KJ and the flop came K-J-5, all hearts. I bet the pot and two players called, including one maniac who was triple-betting the pot every hand. The turn was the beautiful king of clubs, I checked, the maniac bet and we both called. The river was, oh joy, a heart. The first guy went all-in with the queen-high flush, the maniac went all-in with the ace-high flush, and I flipped over my boat. Very satisfying. I didn't cash, but I felt that my karma was back in balance.
If you haven't figured it out already, I'm writing this post just to postpone the moment when I must venture out into the cold and exercise. Once I get there I'll be glad I did, but, this damned inertia. OK, it's not fair wasting your time too. I actually have a couple of funny things to chat about, but I'll wait until I have a bit more time. Right now, I have to go exercise. Right now. Immediately. This...very...second. Yes. Now.