In need of a non-saline solution
Cornchips for dinner. Dehydration this morning. Connection? Pfft. My quad latte even abandoned our friendship this morning over the corn chip issue.....looking at me shrugging his shoulders....I looked back at the quad latte and thought "yeah, I know its my own damn fault....I could have had shrimp last night". But I picked a fight with myself instead.
Even though it's six weeks away, playing in the big poker tournament is beginning to stress me...out. Emotional claustrophobia. Forget the Santa jokes, I'm in a crowded elevator. I almost snapped at Ginnie last night...never done that. Don't plan on it. Body and mind abducted. Dr. evil stress blood sugar. Or Dr. evil cholesterol. Note to self: get lipitor from Jaxon asap.
The fact that I'm stressed is a double edged sword....the good news is that I'm stressed because I know what needs to be done to play well. And god is there is a lot to do. Bad news is that I'm not sure I can get it all done without collateral damage. My own collateral. Better watch those dangling participles....they could get hurt.
One key issue is a purely physical. Playing in live games, from some seat positions, I can't see the cards on the table. Or see them well enough to read them. Brings new meaning to "betting in the blind". It's bad. I wear glasses, but my glasses help my vision for things 100 ft away. Not 5 ft. I have known about this for awhile. Same problem playing golf. I see three golf balls. "Hit the middle one" my friends say. Tried going to Target a couple months ago. Tried on reading glasses. 2x, 4x etc. Since my eyes require different correction all the reading glasses did was make me sick to my stomach. Just about yacked on the saline solutions. In need of plan B. And of course I don't want to spend $300 at the optometrist for a possible non-saline solution. Arrggh.
Sigh and double sigh. See saw. She sees.
Love is permanent. Manifestation is a cell phone signal. Mostly full bars, but sometimes dropped completely only to return moments later....confusing for all.
Is it later yet? Of course it is.....no waiting for the interim today. Soup is ready.
Even though it's six weeks away, playing in the big poker tournament is beginning to stress me...out. Emotional claustrophobia. Forget the Santa jokes, I'm in a crowded elevator. I almost snapped at Ginnie last night...never done that. Don't plan on it. Body and mind abducted. Dr. evil stress blood sugar. Or Dr. evil cholesterol. Note to self: get lipitor from Jaxon asap.
The fact that I'm stressed is a double edged sword....the good news is that I'm stressed because I know what needs to be done to play well. And god is there is a lot to do. Bad news is that I'm not sure I can get it all done without collateral damage. My own collateral. Better watch those dangling participles....they could get hurt.
One key issue is a purely physical. Playing in live games, from some seat positions, I can't see the cards on the table. Or see them well enough to read them. Brings new meaning to "betting in the blind". It's bad. I wear glasses, but my glasses help my vision for things 100 ft away. Not 5 ft. I have known about this for awhile. Same problem playing golf. I see three golf balls. "Hit the middle one" my friends say. Tried going to Target a couple months ago. Tried on reading glasses. 2x, 4x etc. Since my eyes require different correction all the reading glasses did was make me sick to my stomach. Just about yacked on the saline solutions. In need of plan B. And of course I don't want to spend $300 at the optometrist for a possible non-saline solution. Arrggh.
Sigh and double sigh. See saw. She sees.
Love is permanent. Manifestation is a cell phone signal. Mostly full bars, but sometimes dropped completely only to return moments later....confusing for all.
Is it later yet? Of course it is.....no waiting for the interim today. Soup is ready.
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