Actually, just as I was playing about hand number three in the PJK Tournament last night, my extremely attractive neighbor came up to give me the new plunger. Now, she’s not only involved with the guy (who’s really quite cool) she lives with, but is completely and utterly out of my league, so it’s not as if I was wanting to “work on her” or something like that, but she did come up seemingly with the intention of chatting. And here I am playing Internet poker on a new interface, and was obviously not even listening to a hot chick who wants to talk.

Damn you poker. Damn you right to hell.