So there was a big poker game in our room last night. Like 17 people or so.

I didn't play, because I've played enough games of Texas Hold 'Em here to know that I don't enjoy it. Some people, Jonas for example, seemed to misconstrue my disinterest as willful unsociability, and in truth I did feel a bit antisocial watching the excellent Samurai 7 while people were laughing and losing money in the next room.

I spent my money on books and booze. One book, Between Time and Terror, has a cover so ugly I'm embarrassed to be seen with it in public. Another oddity: though the collection features Lovecraft, Asimov, and Bradbury, among others, the spine identifies the author as "Dean Koontz and others."

Jubb, whose method of avoiding poker was a bit more adroit, he alternately watched the activity in our living room and drank beer with me (a friend of his was having a "tasty beer night") and my loyal computer.

Eventually Alan and I headed off to the VR, and others soon joined us for the 100 Days party. It was the most crowded I've ever seen the VR.

Also, that was the last time it'll be open this term. Well, I've got other places and ways to entertain myself.