...and we all lose our charms in the end

Life is finally feeling less...disorganized. I'm starting to have a routine and it pleases me. Thursday-ish, Sara and I make dinner. Friday/Saturday, go out for a few adult beverages. Sunday, Campus Bar and Grill for $1 burgers.

Also, I've been playing pool, usually on Fridays at Rack-n-Roll or whatever bar we end up at. I've forgotten how much I enjoy it. Pool is beginning to have a positive conotation again. I can play like shit and they still enjoy my company, tell me I'm having an off-night, and (company dependent) give me a kiss.

I need to retip the good cue. The shitty one is pissing me off.