very bad blogger

It's been a week, I know. Bad me. Even now I'm sleep-deprived and should be walking out the door rather than staring at the laptop. I blame Christopher. Saturday night I went over to his new place, where he and his Jason and I watched The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas and played Uno. He introduced me to On Demand! and I showed him Dr. Horrible's Sing-a-long Blog and The Guild. And then he loaned me a book. I wasn't reading as much as normal for a while, but right before vacation I got back to my usual book-devouring ways. But normally there's some restraint. Christopher loaned me In the Woods, by Tana French and I started it Sunday morning on the super long metro ride into the suburbs. It kept a girl going on three hours of sleep (insomnia, don't ask) and not enough coffee going through the swaying motion of the train, and I was enthralled. When a character claims the desire to "go off on a pedantic lecture on the meaning of irony" I'm in. I couldn't read it on the car ride into the woods (oh, ha), because we were lost and I was constantly waiting for blackberry to refresh it's google map so that I could attempt to tell which was our next turn. Hours of family fun later (I have a grave digger in my family, apparently) as we headed back towards the city, I looked forward to a bath and spending the evening reading my new book. And then I left it in the car as Momola dropped me off. As tired as I was, I was ready to cry. OK, I actually did cry, but not over the book, just sheer exhaustion and the little things that kept going wrong. Momola brought the book to the office Monday morning, and I have spent every waking hour (that I wasn't at work, at the bar, at softball, at poker night) reading not only that book, but when I finished it and had spent an afternoon at the doctor's office and doing laundry I told myself I'd earned it and hopped on a bus to go buy her second book, The Likeness. Murder mystery mayhem, they were lovely. The first was better than the second, but, well, I'm not going to ruin them for you.

So that's been my week, outside of bar, baseball, softball, and poker. PS - I like poker! I showed up last night and beginner's luck was working for me. I'd played once before, when a bunch of us grad students holed up in a condo in Vermont for a wedding and spent a day playing poker. I think I was bad, I know I was drunk, and luckily, we were all too broke to play for cash. Last night, however? Cash. And I won. I totally doubled my money for the evening, and that's including cab fare and booze. It was a good night.