Quixotic

I've enjoyed my idealistic thoughts of late, but are they impractical? Not at all, I hope. They are lofty goals to be sure, but I somehow doubt I've yet reached a point where I'm tilting at windmills. Perhaps the mountains seem so high because I've shied away from climbing them for so long. If, however, I were to awaken one morning in a cocoon of clean white padding, I may concede my positions.

For those scratching their heads ( or pointing their mouse at the back button ), you will have to excuse the vacuities of my previous paragraph. Caveat lector: My mind is often fond of adumbrating it's contents upon the huddled masses, grinning wryly to itself and secretly wishing for it's true meanings to be discovered by a crafty and resourceful mind. Hey, some people play checkers when they're bored. I adumbrate. Zutto.

Speaking of mindless fun and games, my next foray into the world of Texas Hold'em Poker approaches this Saturday night. I am aquiver with anticipation. Some may remember that my only previous attempt at the game with real live humans resulted in the substantial fattening of my wallet, a feat which I still can not consciously recognize as having happened in the real world. Now that I'm not an unknown, I won't have quite the advantage. People were not familiar with my body language, making it difficult to read my hand. ( I was told this by two of the participants. ) I'll now have to try and throw off my body language on purpose, in an attempt to stay ahead of the curve. It is in this aspect of the game that I find myself most excited. Less exciting is my embarrassing card shuffling skills. I really need to buy a deck and practice this week.