Short conversation I had with myself yesterday:
You fear change, and you hate to be inconvenienced, and you can't be arsed to look after your own health and safety. But this isn't about you, you selfish prick. It's about everyone you come into contact with, and everyone they come into contact with, and so on, and so on, and so on. So put on the ****ing mask.
To which I replied:
I use the second person when I talk to myself--for whatever reason--and I now realize that
that may explain why I was thrown off by the second person narration in N.K. Jemisin's book. That particular style made it seem to me like I, the reader, was in the book.
Hey, what am I doing in this book? I mean what are you
doing in this book? Why didn't you tell me you were in this?
Not much else to report: I'm switching from booze to pot for a while. I wasn't drinking a lot, per se, but I was drinking steadily, and I've been steadily gaining weight in addition to waking up with a mild hangover every other morning.
The hangovers were starting to mimic mild flu symptoms, making for two or three hours of acute anxiety for me in the mornings. Who needs that?
I'm still playing a minor schedule of tournaments online, but I'm not playing enough volume to generate any significant winrate. I've just been hoping to hit some sort of home run, and in that way I have more in common with people who buy lottery tickets every week than I do with any real tournament grinders. My next swing the fences will probably come tomorrow, as I'm playing day 2 of ACR's $100k gtd.