Thursday, November 30, 2006

Not a Good Move

I held on too long, hoping for a flush. I lost, but ya gotta cut me some slack. Night is on the floor, wrapped in a blanket. Keira is "getting him" and giggling hystarically (spell??), Josh isn't home, and I drank my wine in less than 10 minutes. I WAS on the small blind...

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