I had a marvellous weekend. Hung out with many people. Made plans for Wednesday which were cancelled, but that's no big deal. I can live with that.
Played Mare Nostrum on Saturday. I realized afterwards that I could have won early in the game: at one point I had 11 tax and, being Egypt, could trade one resource for tax, which is enough to buy the Pyramids (the victory condition). I thought this couldn't be right, that I must have miscounted, so I gave one tax back. Doing the math later revealed that, no, I did have the 12. Oh well: live and learn, bitches!
I am so hungry.
I drank twice this weekend, quite a bit yesterday. I haven't been drinking much at all for a while. I think I prefer drinking less to drinking more. However, I tend to consume whatever's in front of me until it's gone: beer, chips, even water. Well, I'm beginning to teach myself self-control in several ways. Is it understandable to others? Anyway: I had a lot to drink about the last two years. I don't anymore. But I can't let that cloud my judgment.
I'm rambling. I'm a space cowboy. I bought some stationery. It has a navy blue border. At least, I think it's navy blue, it kind of looks black, which is not the message I want to send. Well, we'll see, I sent it.
I told somebody about Husi. Specifically, my diaries. I hope it doesn't spoil anything.
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