My streak of not winning any money at the horse track has extended to two years. Two years of zilch. But a day off and a perfect day make you feel better. A concert from Louis XIV at the end helped too. Alas I can't drink all day as much as I used too (come to think of it, im not what you would call a "marathon drinker"> so I clocked out on Trevor's couch for the night at about 12. Pathetic, I know.
Trevor, Cari, and I had an arguement over if the sports world made up the world "winningist." Write and give me your opinion. I'm saying it is a word. If it's good enough for Bob Costas it's good enough for me. Louis didn't play "Hey Teacher", but kicked ass never the less. Today has consisted of lounging around the house. I can't remember the last time I had an afternoon all to myself. Although it's getting lonley and will need human contact in a short time. Maybe a nap will help pass the time.
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