The ex-roommate came over and we made biscuits, potatoes, peas, and carrots before stealing some chicken legs from off the grill, which is a good thing since I've been stuck in the order-out mode that is graduate school on an off schedule; a diet of pad thai, shish-taouk, and apples isn't completely horrible but it's not completely complete either.
Played texas hold-em for five hours after that and, though it was getting difficult to remember who had dealt and whose turn it was to bet by the end of it, we managed and I came out on top, the first win of an entirely winner-takes-all in quite awhile. Usually we throw a bone to the second place for running up.
Truth be told I was near death on three separate occasions but somehow managed to climb back out of the hole. We were probably slow-playing the blind raises, or I'd have dropped out early for sure. Nevertheless, the chip leader switched no less than seven times with nobody willing to put them chips where their mouth was. I can't blame anyone, since it was a game of tight hands and, ultimately, pairs so close it came to high-card decisions.
Still, I pulled the straight I'd been chasing all night and that spelled the end of it. Wrapped up, cleaned up, and went to bed at 5am.