I'm not feeling good today. The world's spinning slowly, and things just don't seem to ease off of me. All these worries and problems of mine seem to be amplified. As if they were all just piled up waiting for one tiny stone to rattle them all loose.
I'm guessing most of these problems are of my own creation, but that's something I don't normally ponder. See around this time of day I'd be sitting here watching TVG, and rooting for whatever horse I'd put my money on. I'd be distracting myself with the prospect of a pick six or pick 3 coming in to give me a pay day to make sure my next trip to Vegas was funded.
It's almost embarrassing to see how much of a gambler I am. When I'm reminiscing on the times I was so free to do it like most people would over a first love.
PS blogger wouldn't let me publish the post so I posted it through today. it was originally written at around 3 PM yesterday.
The fact I've been able to stop myself is testament enough to me anyway to prove I'm not as addicted as I once so vigorously thought.
But that doesn't mean I don't love gambling the way a painter loves to paint.
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