I am back home after last night's no so impressive big poker tournament. I almost wish I could say that I messed up somewhere. I wish I could say, "Damn, had I not made that call". But it didn't go like that. It was the cards and I played them as best as I could. Well, I didn't play any for about three hours...card dead like a slabbed corpse at the coroner's office.
So we'll let that go and move on and get back to regular tournament action later in the week.
In the meantime, we took in a special needs little dog that I'll tell you about later. For now, I feel like I have a hangover. That keeps happening to me despite the fact that I don't drink. Well, not often anyway. Right now, since I'd kept the weekend open for the poker tournament, I have nothing to do but wish I were back in the hotel room, back at the tables, anywhere but sitting here wishing I was there.
I think its nap time. I'm chaulking this day up as a shitty, hungover-like waste. But its not so bad, really.
