Looking around my apartment this morning, I get the feeling I've become a tad too in touch with my sloth side. Our nice off-white rug is covered with a thin layer of black hair, courtesy of the stupidest cat on the planet(white rug with a black cat, wtf were we thinking??). The table beside the couch is mounded with knitting crap, to the point where when I pushed one thing out of the way to make room for my coffee, 6 things fell to the floor. The dining table has become the new home for some cd's, computer cables and other assorted crap. However, my kitchen is sparkling...well maybe not sparkling. If you look closely you'll see a thin layer of dust, the patina of disuse.

Of course, back problems due to a slip down some stairs hasn't helped my get-up-and-go much. But I feel better, and today is the day I take back my apartment.

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But while I've been home recovering from injuries caused a temporary fight with gravity (note: gravity always wins.) I've been playing a lot of poker. A LOT. Actually I don't think I did anything else yesterday but play poker and chatting on Yahoo with Weak Player about everything and nothing. I took time out from my busy-busy day to shower, call Hunny Bunny, and call AlCantHang for a "Drunken Amateur Day" (a.k.a. St. Patrick's Day) Dial-a-shot, which alas went into his voicemail. It does have a 24 hour expiry on it, so if he's not too hungover it's still good for today.

In terms of poker, it's kind of a blur. I won some, lost some. Was the victim of suckouts more times than I care to count. High point was doing a HU with Veneno...for 100 hands I held my own, and had the chip lead for most of it. Then at hand 100 or so, my body reminded me that 1) it was late, and 2) my back was killing me. That blew my concentration and I got poisoned not long after. It was an excellent match tho. Can't wait for the HUC3 next week!

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Have a good day..see ya later when my apartment is clean!