she was physically forgotten, but then she slipped into my pocket with my car keys

I feel like I'm out of synch with my livejournal somehow. For a while there I had a pretty good rhythm, posting on Monday or Tuesday of each week, recapping the weekend, that sort of thing. But now I've fallen out of that habit, and every time I sit down to update I have to check the previous entry and see where I left off. It makes my whole life seem somehow disjointed.

So last Friday (6/3) sleetfall invited me over to poker at his place with the Tuesday night gaming folks. I think some of them have LJs, but I have yet to sort out who's who. Anyway. Jason brought a very nice poker chip set, which was good because it was a fairly large game, really. We played dollar buy-in again, which always lacks oomph in my opinion. A couple people busted relatively early and bought back in. I managed to hold on until relatively late in the evening, when I finally went all-in against Igor. It was a complete bluff situation, I had flopped middle pair with a low kicker. Turns out he had the same pair with a better kicker, so I bowed out on a double bluff. I was feeling sort of tired by that point so I opted not to buy back in, turning on the TV and just sort of shouting comments to the game. Some of the folks involved were on the drunk side (we drank a case of beer and a bottle of rum between us), and we continued hanging out merrily into the night.

Saturday I met up with sleetfall, amuronomiko, and another friends of theirs. We went downtown to Arlington, near where sleetfall works, with the intention of going clubbing. Clubbing is not normally my thing, but I felt like people, so off I went. We met up with amuronomiko's friend Trent at a bar. He and sleetfall and I all hit it off immediately; he's a dork in many of the same ways we are, and apparently involved with the SCA or something like it. And to my surprise and pleasure he managed to talk the group into heading to Manray to fulfill their clubgoing urges. Apparently he's a promoter there or somesuch. Anyway, Saturday night is New Wave night down at Manray, so we all trucked back out of the city on the T to dance to 80s music all night. A good time was had by all, or at least that's my impression of the situation.

On the cabride home amuronomiko lost her wallet. Knowing that I had nothing better to do this week, sleetfall volunteered me to drive her back to CT (she's from Fairfield originally) in order to acquire a replacement from the Enfield DMV. This I did, with aplomb, on Tuesdsay, 'cos I'm a good guy. And anyway I'm enjoying getting to know amuronomiko; we have plenty of common ground and did not want for topics of conversation on the trip. Provided she doesn't misinterpret my habit of constantly making fun of those people of whom I'm fond (including, at this point, her), I think it went OK.

These last couple of days have been kind of surreal, for reasons I can't explain. It might have something to do with the fact that I've had no interviews or job training this week. Possibly its more than that. I just feel very out of focus. And I have this constant nagging feeling that I'm forgetting to do things. There could be an element of transparent guilty conscience in that, I suppose, but... I dunno. I want something good to happen. The world owes me a living. OK, so it doesn't, but... I feel like if I could just catch a break, some lucky happening, even the tiniest of things, then maybe the balance would tip.

Here's what it is, maybe. There's this line from Hamlet (Act 1, Scene V) that keeps finding its way into my thoughts: "The time is out of joint: O cursed spite, // That ever I was born to set it right!" Lately it seems I know exactly how that feels.