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“In the midst of winter, I finally found that there was in me an invincible summer.” -Albert Camus
Jul 2008
I am not dead.
Jul/21/08 11:51
I am not dead. That may come as a shock to
some of you, considering I haven't updated
my blog in a month. That may disappoint
some of you. Others may be elated to find
out that I'm not dead, but I am sure that
most of you are indifferent.
The World Series of Torture--I mean poker--is finally over and I have made my way back to home in Utah. The WSOP takes a huge toll on my physical and emotional body and I am glad it's over.
I did not miss a single proscribed workout during the entire WSOP and I got plenty of sleep and only went out with friends once during the entire seven weeks I was in Vegas. In spite of getting adequate rest and eating fairly well, I am still exhausted. That will pass.
After living in Vegas for seven weeks, I can understand why crime rates are higher there. The heat made me crazy and my patience was almost non-existent at times. Sitting in traffic in the heat while taking in the lovely architecture that has been decorated with graffiti by Vegas's finest artists could push anyone to the edge. I had almost forgotten how different my home is until the on the way home, when I pulled into a gas station in a small town in Utah. The owner of the gas station came out of the garage, grabbed a windshield washer and started cleaning my windshield while I pumped the gas. He asked if I wanted him to check my oil. He did, and afterwards checked the air in my tires. The left-front tire was five pounds low, so he filled it up for me. We bullshitted the whole time and I almost cried when I got back into my car and realized just how different Vegas and Utah are. The fast pace, the shining lights and fake eyelashes might be just thing for some people, but I'll take courteous store clerks, a yard where I can leave the bikes out overnight and falling asleep to the sounds of frogs in the pond across the street instead. In fact, make mine a double.
I'll be getting back into the swing of writing frequently. In order to survive the WSOP, I went into an Emergency-Systems-Only mode, but since the Klingons have flown away, life will be returning to normal (whatever that means).
The World Series of Torture--I mean poker--is finally over and I have made my way back to home in Utah. The WSOP takes a huge toll on my physical and emotional body and I am glad it's over.
I did not miss a single proscribed workout during the entire WSOP and I got plenty of sleep and only went out with friends once during the entire seven weeks I was in Vegas. In spite of getting adequate rest and eating fairly well, I am still exhausted. That will pass.
After living in Vegas for seven weeks, I can understand why crime rates are higher there. The heat made me crazy and my patience was almost non-existent at times. Sitting in traffic in the heat while taking in the lovely architecture that has been decorated with graffiti by Vegas's finest artists could push anyone to the edge. I had almost forgotten how different my home is until the on the way home, when I pulled into a gas station in a small town in Utah. The owner of the gas station came out of the garage, grabbed a windshield washer and started cleaning my windshield while I pumped the gas. He asked if I wanted him to check my oil. He did, and afterwards checked the air in my tires. The left-front tire was five pounds low, so he filled it up for me. We bullshitted the whole time and I almost cried when I got back into my car and realized just how different Vegas and Utah are. The fast pace, the shining lights and fake eyelashes might be just thing for some people, but I'll take courteous store clerks, a yard where I can leave the bikes out overnight and falling asleep to the sounds of frogs in the pond across the street instead. In fact, make mine a double.
I'll be getting back into the swing of writing frequently. In order to survive the WSOP, I went into an Emergency-Systems-Only mode, but since the Klingons have flown away, life will be returning to normal (whatever that means).
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