tooth soup

The poker they play on Late Night Poker is the bomb. Chris informs me that it’s called “Texas Two-draw” but whatever it is it’s a metric fucktonne better than the one we play in the common room on bored days. Although the variant they played absolutely requires the use of some form of betting, otherwise it loses its glimmer. Essentially you get dealt two cards and go around the circle betting, folding, raising etc. Once someone has called they deal out three cards on the table (called the flop) and see who can make the best hand out of it (we still haven’t seen the player’s cards). Then they bet, raise, call on the possibilities of these cards. Then you flip one more card onto the table – bet, raise, etc. Then one last one and we see who wins. There’s a lot of strategy involved. And a lot more mind games. And so addictive to watch that I stayed up ’til 2:00am. Oh, and Arsenal won the FA Cup when they shouldn’t have. On penalties. Meh.

Went to see Cian off at the airport on Friday. It was sad. I didn’t cry, which I kicked myself for but since she and just about every other female was, I figure I might have been and she just couldn’t see through the tears. I’m a smart one. Not so smart to keep this plan to myself so she can’t read it, but smart enough to think of it. Oh yes. So, Cian is right now…possibly touching down or at least close to it. I’m not entirely sure. Either way she’s almost started on her grand journey of life, love, working, experiencing, etc etc etc. And good luck and all my love to her as she does so. Now I’ve got to start saving up money for my trip.

Anywho, this was just a small update. I have to get back to my SPSS study – test worth 20% on tuesday. Catchas,
Phill

EDIT:
I hate, absolutely hate one man in this city. And if I shall ever learn his name I shall most likely be tempted to do something terrible.

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