Addicted

I'm a tactile guy. I can't think straight unless my hands are doing something like fumbling a pencil or rolling a quarter on my knuckles (or trying to, anyway - I'm getting there!) When I was a kid I was always tapping my fingers on my desk at school. I've been playing the piano for nigh fourteen years now. Last week I found a new distraction. Shuffling cards.

I was at my computer a week ago watching an episode of House when I saw them: Fifty-two slices of snap and shuffle just begging to be mixed up. From that moment on, while I sit at my desk, my fingers are either typing or shuffling. These poor cards are worn down pretty good now though, after a week's worth of handling. They're nice cards - I scored them at Harrah's in Tahoe a while back. They're those cards that were in actual play on the casino floor, repackaged, and sold in the giftshop. Now they're cracked and worn out from all the shuffling.

I've been doing some shuffling myself lately. Work in Modesto is great, but I really miss Los Angeles and all my friends at Biola. But ah, bills must be paid. Paycheks are nice. Speaking of checks - I'm finally getting my reimbursement check for the Michigan fiasco. It's in the mail! It's really nice having some green back in my wallet again. Two more months and I'll be back in my apartment in LA. For now, work!

I must admit, since I've been so busy with work, I haven't paid much attention to those wonderful monks that no one laughs at. I just might bring them back once I get a spare second to think of something funny. I'm sure you all can live without them for a few more days, at least. I know I can. :p

Now if you'll excuse me, I've got some reading to do.