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feeling woozy... too much drugs, some of them prescription, some of the prescriptions even mine, and really just piles and piles of what we like to call out here in the fly-overs as "eh, it isn't california dank, but rock with the band you have and all that..." and now i've been awake for much too long and should be going to sleep but instead i think maybe i'll play in this one last poker tournament and see if i can't somehow break even for tonight, whatever, i feel kinda confident that i get it, that if i put enough effort into really figuring out the deeper subtleties... if i could ever really figure pot odds. not much of a maths kid, you know how it goes, kind of rambling, hey! a cup of coffee would be awesome right now and a cigarette and a rod. i'm not over this one, but ever since i got the clonopin this one hasn't been such a big deal, and soon this one will be relegated to the dust pile of memory, which is a place you can often visit, but when you do so you'll only be breathing in dirt. oh boy here goes the last game, and then what, fuck if i know, bed maybe. maybe. probably. probably shouldn't have signed up for a 45 man, but. that's what i was feeling. if i could only generate a little bit of slave tokens without having to do offensive corporate things that empower offensive corporate influences, can i just steal it from a dumb game (until i become a rock star *durdurdur*) and i just probably made a bad play and i think my brain doesn't want to go anymore