Thursday, February 24, 2005

I only lost $25 at the poker game, but I feel homicidal. It's irrational. I hereby give up gambling forever. It makes me hate myself. In it's place I will take up cigar smoking. I just smoked a crappy one that crumbled into a pile of leaves before I could get five puffs out of it. My fingers smell like cheap cigar. I'm glad the weekly poker game has run its course.

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