Reformed Loser

This one's for Alchemy.
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My go to bed early, big day tomorrow idea didn't exactly work. It didn't backfire, but I didn't get up early and do a bunch. The way I sleep is, I go to sleep, and assuming I'm not woken by an alarm, I wake up seven hours later. Then I can either get up or roll over. If I roll over, I sleep another six to eight hours. Yesterday I woke up at four in the morning and rolled over. I got up at the crack of noon, played Xbox, then studied lines until it was time to go meet the rest of the group and head off to Charlotte. I don't think I mentioned the reason it was a big day. This is it. I went to The Peninsula Club in Charlotte to perform The Haunting, another murder mystery. I think nobody was thrilled about it, my mastery of the script was shaky at best, but it turned out great because we had a good audience, the most crucial ingredient to any performance. (Additionally, and as you may imagine, the girls of the Charlotte Country Club set are breathtaking.)
I played the ghost of loutish Henry Rawson, groom-to-be on that fateful night one hundred years ago when Diamond Jack, the riverboat gambler, was murdered. I didn't do it (commit the murder).
Today Mr. Wykle came in to get a fruit basket. I was mortified. I think he thought he knew who I was, but wasn't sure enough to commit himself. Long story short, I was going to tell him, and catch up and all that, but after he witnessed me being instructed Barney-style in how to make a fruit basket, I just couldn't go through with it. I think I'll write him a letter.
The whole episode left me more than a little depressed. I thought about Reformed Loser, and speculated that all I could show for it were a few photographs of me in my underwear, but then I brightened. There is good in this blog, I've felt it.