can’t believe i left off writing all week with so much fun going on to brag about. like how 11 dudes gathered for a massive poker night last friday with beers and cigars and i got 2nd place, taking home a massive 15 dollar cash prize. or the formal valentines house party saturday where i looked hoooootttt with my date and cut a rug while holding a classy red cup high in the air. or how we celebrated presidents day as it deserves to be celebrated; a barbeque and some beer pong. in case you were wondering, i have totally begun perfecting my ‘stroke’ and won like four games, including an intense one-on-one three cup cagematch (minus the cage).

the rest of the week has kinda paled in comparison so far but i did start a new victorian-era novel last night which might turn out to be cool or a total drag — i guess i’ll find out more once i make it past the editor’s introduction. why do i compulsively subject myself to those things as if they’re going to benefit my general intelligence instead of making me want to go to bed early?

by the way, i’ve been semi-into crossword puzzles lately — not in a daily sort of way, but in a mild LA weekly kind of way — and i thought it’d be cool to try to make my own for this little project i was working on at home last night. having spent easily 90 minutes with basically nothing to show for it, i have concluded that crossword puzzle creators are some sort of super-geniuses that must have huge, bulging foreheads in order to juggle all those possibilities. the only other explanations are that there’s a secret formula to doing it i just haven’t heard about, perhaps a computer program that just spits them out and leaves mere humans to write the witty clues, or they aren’t in fact done by humans at all, but some sort of evil robots.

needless to say i gave that up and went off to watch tv which takes seriously WAY less effort than trying to build an evil crossword-creating robot.