Lindsey and I have been discussing Comfort Zones a lot lately, and how it's necessary to constantly move out of it. Personally, that's something that I have a very hard time doing. It's not a physical thing - not creature comforts - it's all mental. I don't particularly like moving, or even any disrupting the Status Quo. It's a block I have, I don't know where it came from, but I do know that like most things, the only way through it is to Fight through it.

So, while Lindsey shakes up her Zone by purchasing an apartment, I got off my duff and bought the tickets I've been running my mouth about for months. My latest excuse for delaying was that I didn't know if my... status... would be the same as it is now, if I'd have the same flexibilities. I honestly don't care any more. More than that, I've been convinced that it really is a good thing for me to do. So Portugal, here I come. Seven months from now it's me and my wits, charm and American dollars, and a couple hundred thousand Europeans at the Euro 04 Cup

This should be interesting.

$20 off the Apple Store.

12 days to decide.

The suggestion box is now open.

As I watch Emily Procter bluff Don Cheadle off two pair with just an ace high, a New Year's resolution occurs to me.

Make more friends with hot girls who play poker.