Family, Friends, and Folding

Vacation '07, day 2.

I don't spend nearly enough time with my family.

When I do, it is usually for a purpose. Either their computer isn't working (as is the case today), or I have laundry to do (as is the case today), or they want to go out to eat (as is the case today), or my brother wants to borrow PS2 games (as is the case today).

I do feel guilty that I'm rarely there, what with work and going over across and all the other incidentals that get in the way, but I remind myself that they also don't often have time to see me either. Not that it's anyone's fault but our own. Work saps a lot of time and energy from everyone, and to be honest, my apartment is the worst place to entertain anyone but myself.

Tonight's plan, after folding three more loads of laundry, is to play poker at Mike's. It's almost semi-weekly now, which is great. I still only win about 10-15% of the time, but it's never about winning when you're hanging out with friends. Also, the wagers are too small to make much of a difference anyway. I tend to try to bluff people (with an intimidating 50-cent bet), but it rarely works. I should fold more often, but there's always -- always -- a chance that my card could come up on the river, so I'm usually in until the end.

As the advice from an anonymous poker star extraordinaire goes, "Only fold if you've got nothing, and you're sure everyone else does too."

Pictures forthcoming tomorrow morning.

Unclean! Unclean!

Day 1 of vacation 2007 -- the cleanup.

My apartment isn't necessarily messy, but it is far from clean. I tend to drop things when and where I finish using them, so there are empty Freezies by my bed, half-glasses of water everywhere, drawers full to overflowing of clothes that I tried on and changed minds about at the last moment before rushing off to work, grocery receipts everywhere, and books scattered everywhere.

Today's goal is to make my apartment liveable again -- nay, even tolerable by some standards! -- leaving tonight free for consumption and prognostication.

Ang blogging. Much much more blogging.

The kitchen table... OF DOOM





I call this "the office."