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I just got back from the math talk today. It was entitled "quit work, play poker, sleep 'til noon" and rocked my lame ass. It was about how to have a winning strategy at poker that works even when your opponent knows it... they're powerless against it! Ha ha! It made me want to get better at poker.

This morning at about 2 I had a crisis, a small crisis. You know how you sometimes ask yourself if you've made the right decisions in your life, and maybe you'd be somewhere or someone better had you chosen differently? Sure, we all do, and I've done it before many times to come to the conclusion that there's nothing I can do about it. But this morning it wasn't about where I was but what I liked. Would my aesthetics be different had I chosen differently? Could I have changed them, or were they determined from birth? Did I trick myself into liking certain things by telling myself I liked them for so long that I actually grew to do so? What is it in someone that makes them like things so far from the norm?

I don't know, I don't know. I don't think I'll ever know.