Sometimes It Hurts

Sometimes it just hits you, like a blow to the chest, and painfully the memories (even the good ones) sweep through you ... carrying you to places you had forgotten long ago. I haven't been able to determine what is simply nastalgia and what is depression, but the two seem so closely linked nowadays that I suppose it doesn't matter what the difference might be.

In my infinite nerdiness, I've used a new hobby to supplant the loss of the PS2 suffered when our third roommate left last month - Magic: The Gathering. Yes, I've taken to playing a CCG that truly reframes me in a completely dorky way, squaring me up with "Star Wars" on one side, "Everquest" on another, "Film Student" on a third and "Magic: The Gathering" on the fourth.

However, I have managed to draw in JJ (partially) and Vanessa (hooked).

This, though, is in addition to my other new semi-obsession - POKER. So odd ... I hated the game while we lived with [that other guy], but now I really love playing it. It might have had something to do with [that other guy] wanting to play for money while teaching us (JJ and myself) how to play.

JJ and I cleaned today (JJ did most of the actual work, I did more supervising) and the apartment became immediately more liveable. It will be nice when we finally have some of this stuff cleared away.