Thursday comp: 1-1

Yesterday I did the list for LA at the court close to where our old office used to be. Kinda a funny feeling returning to this suburb. I did the list ok, met the LA lawyer there who had the same name as me. Got on with him ok, although I stuffed up a bit, and he seems a bit like the quiet type.

I had a whole office day today, was productive for half of it, but bluged the other half. A lot of it had to do with the fact that I woke up late so I didn't have breakfast, and so I spent the first half of the day waiting to go to lunch so I could eat something.

I was also answering some interview questions on facebook, and there was a question about my most memorable past. No doubt, it would have to be 'that' day with Darth Vader. I couldn't remember the date, so I went to my blog to check it out, and I ended up reading the entry I made about it.

No matter how much time has passed, or how many times I read it, it always, ALWAYS, brings back the exact same feeling I was experiencing at that time. I can't even believe I expressed myself so well.

Yoj really annoyed me today. While she was out at court, she called up asking if I could check whether her purse was on her desk. It was. When she came back, she sat at her desk, and then called out for me (btw, just because you're fat, doesn't mean you have the right to call people over- you can walk over to them too!), only to ask me where her purse was. It was RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER! Like, for christ's sakes, look before you ask.

I left work at about 6ish because I had bball. We played that Poker team but they've changed their name this season. I thought it was gonna be an easy win, cause they're not really that good.

We got off to a pretty good start, going up by ten at halftime. Then everything fell apart when they apparently started playing man to man. When I took the ball up, I saw it was their skinny ass guy guarding me, and that their forward had his back turned chasing someone else on my team.

Oh man you CAN NOT guard me.

So I dashed hard to my right and drove to the basket and made it, but the ref called a foul before the shot. After that we just had turnover after turnover after turnover.

I scored two points and missed a point blank lay-up. Geoff had a really immature game. Fat Pat and I think it was because his girl was watching. What Geoff would basically do was take the ball up the court, do some crossovers and pull up for a shot. The other four guys never touched the ball each time he did that. Granted, he hit a few of them, but when he missed, they were costly misses.

And what really frustrated me was that he did that straight after a timeout in which I told everyone to set a screen for Fat Pat so he could drive it.

We just watched as our lead dwindled away, and our deficit got bigger and bigger. In the last two minutes, we still had a chance, being down by four. Then for some F up reason Paul decides to come on for Abi. WTF?

Abi, being the nice guy that he is, quietly obliged, and stayed out the rest of the game. I wonder what Paul was thinking- "hmmm...it's crunch time, so I think I should come on for the three point shooter when I can't shoot threes myself".

We also had some really bad calls made against us. This girl ref called dribbling violations on Abi like five times. I mean, are you seriously telling me that the star guard for our team doesn't know how to dribble?

I caught the train home as I didn't drive today. I once asked Bob, if he was homeless and he had a little bit of money, whether he would go to the casino in order to build up on that money. He said no, but I can't remember what he said he'd do. I think it had something to do with stealing.

I always thought I would, if I was homeless and I had like $50. I wouldn't do it if it was $100, cause that's too hard to 'earn' as a homeless guy.

So, I ended up doing that today. My ban on the casino lasted all four days. I really, really needed money. I want...no, I need, to get it all back.

So I trotted in there with the $50 left in my wallet. I returned to my trusty black and third column strategy. I placed one bet on a table and...it won!

33 black.

I just won $75.

I went to another table, and...

36 red.

I won $25.

I stood there, holding my chips. I just made $100. I had told myself that a $100 win would be enough. So I went to cash it in and left the goddamn place.

This should ease the pain a little bit. I can't say that I'll never bet again, but I will try my best to not let it spiral out of control.