Wow. I slept like a rock for five hours straight, and the only reason I woke up was because my nose was stuffed up. As soon as I sat up, however, I was fine.
Now, while waiting for my coffee to brew, I find myself hoping that my 'weekend' goes as slowly as my last night of work did. Yes, it was pretty dull in the casino last night, and what made it even worse was that most of my friends have Monday night off, so even while I was on break, I didn't really have anyone to talk to. So I was subjected to listening to the random freaks from other departments while I was sitting in the breakroom. Not fun at all.
But my name was high on the Early Out list, and when I came back from break at 11:00, they immediately closed two of the tables on my string, so I was home on the couch listening to Rob's weekend adventures by 11:45. Yep, he got home last night, and when I showed up, he was still up watching TV. We caught up, and then stayed up till almost 2:00 watching the last installment of 'The War' by Ken Burns. Good stuff for the most part, I'm glad I watched it, but damn, I wouldn't sit through it again. And the fact that they devoted maybe 25 minutes of programming to the concentration camps and probably three times that amount of coverage to the Japanese internment camps in California and the segregation in Mobile during the first three episodes kind of put a sour taste in my mouth towards the whole thing.
The thinly-veiled message seemed to be, Well, the nazis and imperial Japanese were bad, but America is *really* what's always been wrong with the world--I mean, heaven forbid--a black man in Mobile had to remove his hat before talking to a cop even after the war--HAVE WE LEARNED NOTHING?!?!?!?... As soon as the credits rolled, we deleted every episode from the DVR.
Anyhow...
At that point I went straight to bed and crashed, hard.
But now I've got a little time to enjoy my coffee, catch up on my websurfing, and read the news before I make my way back down to school in a couple of hours. I've got my ear to the ground, looking out for any kind of poker dealing job that may come up.
Beyond that, I have no plans for the day, except to enjoy all of the weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth that's going on back east, as everyone at ESPN laments the demise of the Yankees, and the injustice of it all--losing to a team from, ugh, Cleveland. Clearly, it must be Joe Torre's fault.
Mikey
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