...chorai, chorai...

My ipod being broken, I searched madly for the portable cd player I used so loyally before becoming a slave to the little white plastic box. I didn't find it, but I did find a pair of ankle-less socks (right when I was lamenting the fact that I had no more) in a shoebox of memories from ex-bf #2 and decided if I didn't remember why they made it into the box, they could be taken out. I still would need music for the train up to Montreal, and called three friends about borrowing theirs but no one was home. I took my ipod and whacked it against my desk a couple of times in joking frustration. Something possessed me to turn it on after that, and miracle of miracles it worked. A sign? I have to think so. Because last night I went to Casino Niagara and broke even, completely even. So maybe it means that in the scheme of the world, I won't win but I won't lose anything either.

I say that, but also last night I had a Moment of Realization. And it wasn't necessarily in my favour. Yet. The universe still has one chance to let me break even.