About bloody time

I discovered yesterday that my ex was in town on Sunday, visiting a mutual friend - the person through whom we met, actually. It saddens me that I could not see her, even when she was back in my hometown, because of her new boyfriend's refusal to lay eyes on me. I suppose his attitude is understandable, and it probably shouldn't fill me with as much regret as it does.

Oh well, life is good on the whole. Very good. My holiday last week wasn't that great, although it was good to get away from what I laughably call work and I felt very relaxed on returning.

Anyway, certain things are moving on and I will be handing in my notice at work on Friday. I will then be playing poker for my income, though with a bankroll in place that gives me a decent safety net. It has been going well lately, particularly the PLO8, a game where I am starting to think I have a lot of talent. The sets of four sit and goes are up and down. I don't make nearly as much money as in PLO8, but cannot stop playing them completely. There is something seductive about watching the stats move up and down - percentage in the money, bubble exits (down), first places (also down, sadly), return on investment (fluctuating a lot).

I had a rare shopping splurge yesterday, in 'Borders'. It was quite a varied shopping basket; a large 'Spiderman' collection, a porn novel, the Kaiser Chiefs album (pretty good), a professional footballer's diary of a season, and two slim Noam Chomsky volumes. I've never actually read Chomsky directly, despite having probably digested a hundred quotes of his elsewhere.

Hmm. It seems there is always less to write when life is good...