At the Airport

I'm sitting here, contemplating life.  That's what I do when I'm so tired that I can barely keep my head up.  I didn't get to sleep last night as early as I wanted because I remembered I hadn't checked in for my flight yet.  Southwest allows check-in 24 hours in advance and I'll be damned if I'm going to miss out on group A just because I need some sleep.

I had an overpriced CPK pizza and now I'm drinking an overpriced Starbucks hot chocolate wishing it was time to get on the plane.  I need to be away from everything for a few days though I probably won't get away from my family much.  At least I won't have to listen to angry creditors on my answering machine or receive warning letters from my credit card companies.  It will all be here when I get back but the week of peace will be nice. 

Mom's divorce should be final tomorrow.  I'm sure she'll be happy and want to celebrate.  She's already got someone to celebrate with, I just hope he doesn't become husband number four.  I can't watch her go through this crap again.  She swears that they are just friends and going to take things slow but that's what she said about the last one and look where that got her.  Oh well, I'm 3,000 miles away so I'm not going to worry about it.

I've still got an hour before my flight leaves for San Diego.  Not sure what I'm going to do to pass the time but I think it will require no thinking on my part.  I'll just try to veg until it's my turn to board.

Tired

I'm at work and could fall asleep at any moment, not that anyone would notice.  I have the office all to myself and there is a nice comfy gurney in the corner.  We also have a keypad entry to the department that beeps when the code is being entered, so I have ample warning before someone comes in to get up off my ass and look busy.  Of course I'm too tired to get up and walk over to the gurney so I'll probably just fall asleep on my laptop and send incoherent IM's to people.

Big Congrats to Iggy for making the final table in the Latin Series of Poker event in Costa Rica!  I wish there was somewhere I could go for live updates when the action starts but I'll be on a plane later this evening and won't be able to check anyway.  I'll just have to wait for Tweet updates.  Kick some ass Iggy!

Let me rephrase that...

When I said I shouldn't go to Vegas I meant to add that since the non-refundable tickets and room are paid for, I will still be going.  I'll just be eating off the dollar menu at McD's instead of Craft Steakhouse (someday I will eat there!).  I'll be ordering iced tap water from the bar and not playing a whole lot of poker.  Of course a big paying job could come up between now and then but right now it's not looking good so I'm going to try to save enough money for the tournament buy-in, some money to eat on the cheap, and money for the cab fare to and from the airport.  Anything else will just not be possible as I can no longer use my credit cards for anything.

Anyway, that is the much shorter and much less pathetic post I was going to put up earlier.  I'll try to make my next post a little more upbeat.  I'm in San Diego next week with the nephew so there should be something good to blog about.  

Stuck

This was going to be a post about how broke I am and how I shoudn't go to Vegas but it sounded way to whiney and pathetic so I deleted it.

How's that for my first post in over a month?