I’m worried about myself.
I was sick a couple of weeks ago and when feeling icky, enjoy dousing myself in ginger-ale/sprite-type beverages. I also like comforting myself with, “Well, I can do _____ because I’m sick” — lay in bed and watch the Office UK for hours, skip the gym, ignore emails and phone-calls, eat macaroons for dinner, drink directly from the Fresca two-liter. Now I can’t stop imbibing straight from the bottle, and weirdly find comfort in toting two-liters around with me, much like a child with her blankey.
I played poker [Texas Hold ‘Em?] for the first time on Saturday. Though I think I completely screwed up on many hands, forgetting all the different rules – at one point, I folded with two Aces – I did manage to win a couple. Surprised at how much I enjoyed it. And I say that after losing all my money [five dollars!]. For a cheapie to say she enjoyed losing money… what concerns me though is that at the gym yesterday, I was flipping through the channels and stumbled upon a poker tournament. And unlike in the past where I would quickly keep stumbling, I stayed. And watched poker on TV for an hour, mesmerized. !!
Somehow I have transformed into a bottle-swigging, TV card-game tournament enthusiast. Break up with me now. This could get ugly.