It Was the Best of Times, It Was the Worst of Times.

Poker Content:
My mule brain can't really comprehend what happened to me today. I was dealt all kinds of crazy cards today. (Big slick about 8,000 times, AQ (a.k.a. the Double D), and Big Noises (AA-JJ), etc). At one point I had AK, AK, and JJ all at the same time as I was 3 tabling trying to get through the Crypto bonuses. Here's the odd thing......I lost my ass today. Not a horrific loss of ass that will leave me with an even flatter ass, but enough to make me cry uncle. I kept getting dealt very nice starting hands and one of three things would happen 99% of the time. One: I'd steal the blinds. Two: I'd get a couple of callers, hit nothing, and get AK beat by J8os, or something of similar might. Or three: Hit a big hand, but run into a hand just one better. I had one guy who managed to take me for about 90% of a buy-in (most of which he took on 2 consecutive hands). Brutal. Make you wanna slap yo momma (sorry Mom, I don't mean you).

Non-Poker Content:
Random thoughts:

My dogs are two of the coolest dogs around. You can't beat a pair named Earl and Daisy. They are much, much better than Lil N's dog Shelby. At least my dogs can sit, stay, lay down, and wouldn't even think of waking my happy butt up in the morning.*

I never would have thought that I'd be the type to stay in on a Friday night; well, at least not every Friday night. This adult-job-thing really isn't all it's cracked up to be. I'm not sure if it has anything to do with me turning 30 or not, but I really don't enjoy working Saturdays after a night of watching Big R drink himself retarded (that's an inside joke that only Cameltoes, Big R and I will get, sorry). Maybe I'm thinking of this because I have a 19 year old roommate, who's always going out on Friday's, even though he also has to work Saturdays.

I also am realizing now that I used to be at least remotely funny, and I am crashing and burning now. I'm gonna put this baby to bed before I really write something stupid.........Too late.

Keep on keepin' on.

* In Lil N's defense, Shelby can sit and hold a treat on her muzzle and keep it there until you say that she can eat it. Little conciliation, I know.