And that equals ... bullets!
- We're now going to stay at the Bellagio, the same week as the World Series of Poker. I want to learn how to read people's faces to see if they're lying. Even better, I want to learn Hellströmism. (I want to read body language to detect where people have hidden things.) Not that anyone in Vegas is teaching that.
- My birthday month is over. I have to pour my own cereal now. Not looking forward to next March, when Gary gets his own back.
- I picked up a book over the weekend on "Creative Journal Writing." Here's some of the advice:
"Treasure your words. Take note of the date and time and add some details. Be aware of what's going on in your body."
It (oh, treasure) is (my precioussss) 12:10 am on Wednesday morning. I am watching an old episode of Friends. Usually I wouldn't care, but it IS the episode with the quiz. (Ah, Monica, so competitive. Just like me! Art.) My body? Worn out. Made the next gynie appointment today, since the cream seems to have amped up the bleeding. So there's that, and I bit my cuticle till it bled. Oh, I treasure these words. And now, as the book suggests, I let them rest.