I'm not an addict, it's cool, I feel alive

I just smeared blueberry all over my desk. Don't ask why. I feel like I need to make up for yesterday's whiny post, it was a bit regressive in terms of me moving away from complaining about myself. That's something I'm trying to do. So...I'm ready for my weekend trip to Vegas, been ready all effing week. And this week just will...not...end. I'm a little nervous though, after losing $100 last weekend, I can't really afford to pull that same slick maneuver again. But I have a slight gambling problem, a result of my addictive personality. I just can't not gamble if I'm around it. So instead, I want to spend the day by the pool, weather permitting. B/c I just had a flashback to a party not that long ago at my friend's house and there was some random sixty-ish man there who told me I had nice legs but I needed to get some sun. I didn't really take it to heart b/c, well, he was sixty. But maybe he was right...I am looking a little pasty. Thanks old man!

I heart Dave Eggers (thanks Katie!). He's adapting "Where the Wild Things Are" for Spike Jonze. Can't wait.

Time to start the work day. That makes me sad.
R.