This is going to be one of those stream of consciousness things that I haven’t done in so long. I find myself noting what to write about next, and even though it’s a great way to get out the things I want to say, I’m too focused on a single topic to really feel satisfied.

Actually, I’ve mostly been too busy to write lately, a problem I never thought I’d have. When I’m not too busy, I’m too tired. Been golfing, cleaning, getting my hair cut. Speaking of which, I requested a male “stylist” the other day, as opposed to Josee. I wasn’t sure if this would be a rude thing to do, but I’ve spoken to a lot of people, women included, who believe that male hairdressers do a much better job than their female counterparts. It turns out that quite a lot of people go exclusively to male dressers. I never would have understood why (it seemed like a rather silly thing to me) until I had my hair cut by one. I only needed to tell him that I wanted a trim, and he did a perfect job of it, something that Josee needed about three appointments to figure out.

Today is poker night at Pat’s. I’ve never played Pat before, but I’m scared to death of facing him alone. As a socialite, he can read people like a book, and I’m sure he’d quickly pick up on any tells that I have. Just means that I’ll have to play extra tight, and throw in an occasional bluff to throw him off. Actually, it’s limit hold’em so I can afford to play a little more loose (but still not as greedy as Darren).

Hoping to talk to John tomorrow. He’s been moving around cities, and only settled into a steady summer apartment this week. I tried to catch him up on things earlier, but there just wasn’t enough time.