May 27
On paper I would definitely agree that mixing rock music with latin gregorian chants is stupid in every way. In reality, its pretty much the best. Kinda like mixing dramatic opera with symphony music of damn near any kind. I could be watching a guy mow the lawn, but with that music in the background I couldn't help but think he was the most heroic lawn mower ever to walk on grass. I assume that when other people watch my life that's the soundtrack they hear.
In addition, while coming to grips with the cold reality of poker mediocrity, I have at least resigned myself to being the best driver in all of Chicago. Top 5 at any rate. I lose points for not doing as well below 40 mph, but above 80 you had better bring your a-game. Perhaps it was my total exhaustion at 2am last night, but i worked the Dan Ryan like somebody else's bitch. I had trouble staying awake for the drive back from the casino, so I made up for it by upping the difficulty. With death a possibility on every lane change I figure that I will probably pay more attention and hopefully not fall asleep. There was a moment where I shot the gap between a semi and a cement barracade that would make even grown men queazy. I wish you were all as exceptionally good at something.
Nobody Cares Yet.