I got this crazy little dice game called Cosmic Wimpout. I suppose it's
a little like craps in that only certain throws count for points, except
you use five dice that look like something off the cover of a Grateful
Dead album. And I like the name, it's weird.

I'll sit and play with myself. The game, people, get your minds out of
the gutter...! Mostly I do this at the end of work, because customer
service makes me nervous as hell and I need to calm myself, without
reverting to the cigarettes I gave up four years ago. Well, here I am
tossing dice on the bed, trying to think of something to write, and
along comes Brandy in a dive-bomb right into the little mound of cubes.
She went on a dice fit, tossing them in the air like she would her
little mousies, and batted them all over the bed. Soon Stosh came around
to investigate. He sniffed the dice, wondering what they were, and
started to overturn them at random.

I'm calling Gamblers Anonymous. Or maybe not. I don't think anyone's
going to believe this one!

Blessed be,
Baha