Afternooning

My desire to smoke becomes a near compulsion whilst the neighbors are outside fighting. I feel like a moth drawn to a flame. "Mommy, I want a mullet!" etc.

In other news, my brief career as a poker pro nearly came to a screeching halt earlier this month, and I've been more or less on vacation for the last few weeks awaiting word on a few things. Mustang, sensing weekness, decided to throw a tantrum and blow a headgasket. Bitch.

I should have all my account issues solved soon, then I'll be back to the grind. For now, it's daily trips to the Player's Club when I can't fit golf in. Looks like it might rain soon, so I haven't decided what's on tap for today.