It's a beautiful sunny Sunday, and I'm in a great fucking mood. Played poker yesterday, not terribly well by my own stringent standards, but well enough that I'm not feeling bad about being knocked out. (Also easing the pain--once I was out of the tournament I got rip-roaring drunk, which I do infrequently enough at this point in my life for it be something of a thrill.) Got up early, made the two and a half hour drive from Peoria in an hour and forty minutes, somehow managed to not be the car that got pulled over when a state trooper descended on a pack of us going 95 on I-55. My beautiful girlfriend is coming over tonight, and we'll freeload on my parents for dinner. My Chicago Bears are dominating the opposition once again...the list goes on and on, but the reasons become somewhat irrelevant after a while.
I've got nothing to say, clearly, other than the sun is shining, there' s football to watch, a girlfriend to love, and I'm pretty goddamn happy, all around. Weird, huh?
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