Viva las loser

I have such gamblers remorse this morning. Maybe it's b/c I just checked my bank account and it's been seriously depleted. So now I'm playing this little game called "What bills can I afford to pay this month". It' s not as fun as it sounds, it's a little like roulette. C'mon Adelphia! But I need to get over it b/c I did have fun this weekend. We got to the hotel around 1 in the morning on Friday, drank a lot in a short amount of time, gambled, lost, drank, gambled, lost, ate cheez its, went to bed, the end. Woke up the next morning and started the day w/ a buffet breakfast (damn you buffet...damn you to hell!) before going to the pool for a few hours to get a tan. Or just burn the area above my a**. Either/or.

New paragraph, to break it up a bit. Walked around for a while, mainly to just waste time and not lose money, then gambled again. I'm obsessed w/ black jack machines for two reasons: 1) I love black jack and 2) I can play for quarters. I'm not a high roller, obviously. So first I play video poker and lose about $25 before I discover previously mentioned black jack machine. I put in one dollar and from it, I win back all the money I had lost. Who knew breaking even could feel so great? Then went to dinner at some little Italian restuarant and ate my face off. And then...surprise...gambled some more. And lost. Again. All my money. Sucks. I blame it on this dealer Lily from Cambodia. When she took over, my luck took a turn for the worse. Or maybe it took a turn for the worse after dude with the awesome curly mullet to make up for his thinning hair on top left the table. I can't pinpoint the exact moment, I just know I was up then I was out. Next day we finished off the weekend w/ another buffet breakfast where I ate until I couldn't physically injest another bite. Sexy, right? I'm just a girl who likes to get my money's worth. Take that Luxor- you can take my money with your stupid/wonderful machines, but I'll get it back....in eggs! And to end my rambling version of my weekend, I'll say that I was so tired last night I couldn't move and today my bones are so sore I feel like I have arthritis. Why is that?

This week I really have to work my a** off to get rid of those extra lbs I put on this weeked with the buffets. But right now, the thought of extreme makes me want to die. And I'm actually hungry. I really thought yesterday's breakfast would hold me over for at least 3 days. I should stop typing now, this is really boring.
R.