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I got another letter from Kali - he wants to crash on my sofa for like a week when he gets out of jail. I don't think I could live through that again. I don't trust him.

Last night was pretty slow and everyone was being lazy and irking my nerves. I had three tables prior to poker - My mom, Jason, and Tiffany. Matt's mom, sister, and brother. and a family of four.

We had a decent crowd for the VT game and the World Series, but when poker takes my whole section it doesn't matter.

I made $85. $25 from Dave (one of the regulars) and $10 from Brice for cleaning up all his shit so they helped my nightly funds for sure.

My schedule definitely sucks again the week.

I called Matt, like always, and he definitely says the darnest things in his sleep like:
Matt: Who won the Talledega game?
Me: The Talledega game?
Matt: yes!
Me: What are you doing?
Matt: About to get in the shower.
Me: Why are you going to take a shower in the middle of the night?
Matt: That's what I always do.
Me: What are you thinking about?
Matt: aerial atom.
Me: What's that?
Matt: a car.

I'm going to watch Season 1 of House until I fall asleep...