Suitedjustice's Ongoing Mid-life Crisis

That's a thorough review, Fire. Thank you!

I agree about the THC, but my problem with it is that 8 good hours of sleep on it is not enough for me. It makes me want 10 or 12. On the other hand, that's not as much of a problem now that I have a flexible schedule. Also, as you mentioned, certain strains keep me tossing and turning for hours with my thoughts going off at odd angles.

This week, I'm filling in at the office for my old bosses, so hopefully the enforced regular schedule will get me back on track.

I never made it to Mohegan Sun. My Jeep crapped out halfway down, in northern CT. I was doing 78 (125 kph) on the highway when my power steering cut out and the battery light went on. I managed to wrestle the rig off the exit and into a nearby commuter parking lot.

I have AAA service, so I called them. Of course, everything is automated nowadays—don't want to pay anyone a pittance to do customer service—and the system sent me a link to fill out a form on my phone.

I screwed up the form and asked for a battery check instead of a tow. I don't know what I was thinking; I was flustered. I wanted to edit my request, but I couldn't figure out how to do that. The battery check person wasn't due at the parking lot for three hours, and all he/she was going to do was tell me that I needed a tow, because the Jeep's battery is newish and, after consulting a friend who knows cars, we figured that it had something to do with the belt that connects the power steering, the alternator and the cooling fan together, since the temp gauge was also heating up, confirming that all three of those units had likely cut out at the same time.

Three hours to wait, and then the prospect of more waiting after that. I had to pee, and there were no port-a-potties or woods or retail establishments around, just a suburban purgatory of parking lots and closed highways and fencing.

I decided to cancel the AAA request and to try to make it home. I was around 35 miles (56 km) away.

The Jeep started heating up as soon as I hit the highway. I wasn't going to make it. I limped 10 miles (16 km) up to the MGM Springfield and laboriously steered into the parking garage. As I was parking it, all sorts of temp alarms started going off on the display, blinking furiously and flashing me dire print messages.

I decided to play some poker and let the rig cool down. While I was at the table, I concluded that it would be stupid to try to limp home when I had free AAA towing still available. And if the wait time was going to be long, then I was at the MGM. So I went with that option. The tow truck showed up within 15 minutes.

The Jeep is in the shop now, and I'm borrowing my mom's cute little Prius for the daily office run. The pulley and tensioner for the Jeep's serpentine belt are busted.

Sounds like not too terrible a fix, if the engine wasn't cooked by the limping. Hope so.

Some exhaustive sleeping pill posts and then miles conveniently converted into kms = thread delivers yo

It's the same with everything else that I reviewed positively, as soon as you have that deep sleep you don't wanna get up. But it can be done. Caffeine helps.

such a coincidence suitedjustice chooses to ignore past preflop horrors and limp the jeep forward towards the most directly a-jay-cent casino parking lot

Limping is usually bad, unless you're DNegs and can read hands like a prodigy.

I'm back at the table, with grind on the mind.

only approved as long as the sound does not come from the clutch

So far, so good on the Jeep.

As far as the poker grind went, I sat down and lost every hand for 3 hours and found myself down $650 and tilted, so I went home.

I've been home since then. I'm stuck in a rut lately, and I haven't felt like playing or writing or doing much of anything. As I've mentioned before, removing a problematic substance has not removed all of my problems.

I can't afford to be in a rut now. However, I did have a sort of revelation while in the shower. Reddit has an entire forum dedicated to shower thoughts, as well they should. I'll delve into this more tomorrow when I post my monthly report.

I predict that learning this will remove 3 days from my life.

so the grinding sound is in fact coming from inside your clutch

This is getting kind of interesting. How many throw-out bearings on a modern 4wd?

September unlocked in 6...5...4...

r/Showerthoughts has some [U]pithy stuff[/U]. I've done some good thinking while in the shower, then I've forgotten all about it soon afterwards.

Shower thoughts seem to have some kinship with dreams, in that I need to write them down quickly or risk losing even the memory that they existed.

Moar like my couch. The only thing I've been grinding lately is Final Fantasy X. This is a remaster of a 25-year-old game in which the Japanese designers placed super-bosses who require hundreds of hours of grinding and materials farming in order to defeat. If I had half the time and energy for poker that I have for video games, I'd be much better off.

Soon. Next.

such fond memories of late 90s work lunch lan parties playing quake 1 arena with the painkeep mod
we were an architecture office of four people so it was a race to get to know the maps
probably my last true deep dive into fps outside of poker

after that was a little bit of mafia and max payne bullet time right after the matrix mixed with need for speed
hot pursuit, high stakes, and porsche unleashed using a joystick on the home machine
see, the first time i felt compelled to purchase a sub-woofer to tickle my feet,
pee-ew

next was staying up late to play gta vice city and san andreas
still remember vivid dreams while trying to sleep in the aftermath
then quickly ran out of extra life time

The Dry 2024 Challenge Update

January: ✓
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May: ✓
June: ✓
July: ✓
August: ✓
September: UNLOCKED

The more a person repeats a certain thought or action or algorithm, the stronger the associated neural pathway grows within their brain, and the easier it becomes to think or do that thing again and again.

That strengthening and ease of repetition is also true for problematic habits like alcohol and drug abuse. A long-term alcoholic has a booze-related twelve-lane neural superhighway running smoothly paved through his or her brain and limbic system.

When I was in the shower and had my revelation of sorts, I pictured not a highway, but instead an ugly, well-worn dirt rut cutting across an otherwise beautiful lawn. I'm not a visual thinker, so I didn't imagine this rut. Instead, I remembered it.

In college, I stayed in a dorm complex that comprised four buildings facing each other in a rectangle. In the courtyard of this complex was a well-maintained lawn approximately the size of a football field.

Paved sidewalks surrounded the lawn at its borders, but no sidewalk cut across it. Halfway across the length of the lawn was where hundreds of students had pounded out a new pathway, a dirt rut, there because they didn't want to walk the long way around every day.

My dorm window looked down on this rut, and I would sometimes wonder if it would be possible for grass to grow in it again.

After eight months of sobriety, I now have new grass growing across the ugly rut that was my problematic drinking, and the kids are not currently walking on it; they're going around the long way.

At the beginning of this year, it would not have been enough to just put up a sign that said Please Keep Off The Grass. I mean, what grass? There's a very convenient dirt path right there with no grass on it. Everyone is using it. Why should anyone have to walk all the way around?

No. At the beginning of this year, I had to station a security guard down there at the rut, 24/7. I needed a mean bastard who never slept, with no sense of humor, making zero exceptions, even for emergencies, and I got him. He was an *******, and all the students hated him, but he kept them off the grass, and out of the rut.

Now, eight months into the year, the grass has finally grown back. The students have become used to walking around. The security guard only makes occasional sweeps, and I've placed a Please Keep Off the Grass sign down there, with some hopes that it will be respected, and with before and after pictures of the courtyard showing the progress that has been made. There's always a chance that the rut will come back, but that chance is a lot smaller than it used to be, when such repairs seemed hopeless given the circumstances.

However, on my campus there has always been another courtyard with another ugly rut. This one has to do with my inactivity and lack of work ethic. Until now, I've been treating it differently than the alcohol rut. I've been fooling myself into believing that just putting up a Time To Go To Work sign and showing up at the tables once or twice was going to do the whole trick. But that useless sign has been knocked over and disregarded again and again.

So on Monday, it will be time to assign the old alcohol security guard to his next task. It's going to be a daily struggle for me and him to stay with the daily poker grind, one that I'll have to keep up every week for many more months before I'm truly out of that rut, and it starts to grow back.

When I told the above allegory to Gambelina she asked why they didn't just pave a sidewalk over the rut and I was like...

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Okay, you got me.

you just seem to keep pumping every extra excess bit of energy into nathan fillian gifs
to be clear, not saying you should be blamed

Another A+ poast. Love the [strike]metaphor[/strike] allegory.

excuse me please for i'd a missed an allegory if not for all those idaho spud loving individuals
careful to not let the hashbrowns get too dark
they still not too sure what to do with that type of result around those parts

I am very fond of that particular gif. I think it shows some very solid emoting from Mr. Nathan.

Thanks Sheep!

This isn't the first time that I've been unsure about a piece and you've come in and made my day.

♥♥♥

My old Mormon girlfriend was from Idaho. I learned from her that the fast food joints in that state offer something called fry sauce, which is a mix of mayo and ketchup and other assorted spices, which I always thought was just Russian salad dressing.

nothing inherently wrong with fried spuds dipped in thousand island