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.