I feel happy...

Ok, I don't. But I'm not dead yet.

My sister came over and woke me up out of my stupor; she said I can't lie in bed and die yet, because I have to watch poker with her.

Jesus, god. Even my death has to fit around everyone else's schedule.

So I got up, took my last Axert because she wasn't going to go away, and gargled for twenty minutes while she made pizza magically appear. She's resourceful that way. Poker tonight was from Tunica--the Jack Binion's tourney we'd been to in January.

At least I think it was January. This whole year has gone by too fast.

She wasn't at the Final Table of course; she got booted out on her rump in I think the 5k satellite (but she had won the chip into that, so it's not like she really lost money), but she still wanted to see the airing. It was cool; we saw the hotel in which we'd stayed for what seemed like a month (the Gold Strike), tried to see if we saw anyone we knew in crowd shots, and stuff like that. You can't take pictures in a casino so I hadn't even brought my camera on that trip, because in Tunica, unless you want to take pictures of cow pastures, you're taking pictures of casinos, and you're not allowed to do that. So why bother? Right.

On that trip, ol' Paris (there *is* a sarcasm contest going on and I *am* winning, right?) got to play with Vinnie Vinh (I sure hope that's how his name's spelt because I'd hate for such a nice guy to get dissed by my laziness in wanting to check), and had fun and all that. I, on the other hand, played in more $50 satellites than I will admit freely, and lost every single one. Usually I was the first kicked off of the table. And I was getting good hands! That's what kills me.

Butsoanyway.

So Paris wanted to go to the tournament of whatever in Las Vegas. I'd said I can't. I thought that meant then she wouldn't. Oh, hell no. It's a freaking family outing. She's leaving Saturday morning, and taking Mom. It's "our" Mother's Day present to her, she says. She's worked this all out with Dorkface, and he's even paid my part. Dorkface and famille will come out for Sunday and Monday, and he's probably leaving the famille for a few days more if he can't stay. She told me, she says, several days ago--I just wasn't paying attention.

Do I need to go to a neurologist or something??? I don't think it's possible to have Alzheimer's this young. I would have thrown a "no, you didn't" or two in there, but...who the hell knows what she said to me; I'm in no position to argue. But this is not going to become the standard "let's shut Ancodia up by telling her we already told her" thing. Grr.

Ok. So everyone's going to Vegas without me. Hmmmph. Bastards. I asked her why doesn't she invite Nurse Betty, my only friend-friend here, so that I'll have absolutely nothing to do all next week. I mean, Nurse Betty lived in Vegas for ten years, and she could probably use the break from her famille.

Oh, don't be grumpy, she says.

How can I not be grumpy when you don't even notice that you're not getting to feed Puff all the sausage you're picking off of your pizza? I noticed, and I felt guilty. And when everyone's leaving? And when I have SARS? And impending Spontaneous Human Combustion? It's simple--you guys suck, and I'm grumpy over it. And I'm grumpy 'cos I couldn't go anyway, even if she and Dorkface paid my part for Mom *and* for me, 'cos I have Eviljob.

Grr.

Though if I went, all I'd do is lose my Empire, probably get into a snarling match with Dorkface, and frustrated at Mom. So maybe it's better. But on the other hand, now I'll be worried that their plane will crash, or they'll get mugged, or something.

I'm going back to bed to finish dying.