Workday of the Living Dead
Oh, geez. I've caught something exceedingly nasty. I won't go into details (trust me, you don't want to know), other than two words -- intestinal flu. I would really, really like to be unconscious in bed right now, but work beckons. That's the problem with having a job where your attendance is necessary to meeting a deadline.
I had several things to discuss today, from the second episode of "Tilt" to the somewhat related topic of collusion at the poker table, but that just isn't going to happen. I'm just going to concentrate on getting my work done today as quickly as possible.
(Oh dear God, I just bit into something quite rotten in the vegetable soup I've been struggling to eat for the past hour. As if I didn't want to gag enough already.)
However, I will spare a quick update on the whole free money thing. Last night, I finally sat down to play with my free $16 at Piggs Peak Poker. I was already starting to feel a little under the weather, so I didn't play any more than one orbit at one table and two or three orbits at another table, yet still found a way to make $6. That's not too shabby, considering what I'm working with. Now if I can just avoid getting stupid and flushing the whole miniscule wad down the toilet.
Much as I'd like to play some more this weekend, I just can't do that until I'm feeling healthier. That's basically how I lost my whole roll back in December, when I tried to play one day when I had a bad cold. In fact, that day I kept my head lying on my desk, waiting until I heard the beep signalling that it was my turn to act. And still I wondered how I managed to lose early and lose often that day.
Funny thing is, my biggest scores while playing live games have come when I've played sick. I remember one night last spring when I felt like I needed a broomstick to keep me propped up at the table, but I just raked huge pot after huge pot. That night got so bad, I had to unbutton my shirt when my fever started to break and I had sweat pouring off of me. Maybe that's the key. Maybe having to sit there and look at me in my death-warmed-over state negatively affected my opponents' games. At one point that night, I remember a sheriff's deputy showing up. At first I thought he might try to give us some trouble, and I considered trying to summon the energy to give token resistance to arrest so that he might do me a favor and shoot me. But then he reached into his pocket and sat down to play. That was the last thing I wanted to see, as I had been getting ready to leave. But how can you say no to a guy with a badge and a gun? He was the only one I didn't bust completely out that night. He actually left $3 to the good.
Wow, I am really rambling now. That's probably a good sign that I need to cut this short, so that's exactly what I'm going to do. I'll be back when I'm feeling better.
I had several things to discuss today, from the second episode of "Tilt" to the somewhat related topic of collusion at the poker table, but that just isn't going to happen. I'm just going to concentrate on getting my work done today as quickly as possible.
(Oh dear God, I just bit into something quite rotten in the vegetable soup I've been struggling to eat for the past hour. As if I didn't want to gag enough already.)
However, I will spare a quick update on the whole free money thing. Last night, I finally sat down to play with my free $16 at Piggs Peak Poker. I was already starting to feel a little under the weather, so I didn't play any more than one orbit at one table and two or three orbits at another table, yet still found a way to make $6. That's not too shabby, considering what I'm working with. Now if I can just avoid getting stupid and flushing the whole miniscule wad down the toilet.
Much as I'd like to play some more this weekend, I just can't do that until I'm feeling healthier. That's basically how I lost my whole roll back in December, when I tried to play one day when I had a bad cold. In fact, that day I kept my head lying on my desk, waiting until I heard the beep signalling that it was my turn to act. And still I wondered how I managed to lose early and lose often that day.
Funny thing is, my biggest scores while playing live games have come when I've played sick. I remember one night last spring when I felt like I needed a broomstick to keep me propped up at the table, but I just raked huge pot after huge pot. That night got so bad, I had to unbutton my shirt when my fever started to break and I had sweat pouring off of me. Maybe that's the key. Maybe having to sit there and look at me in my death-warmed-over state negatively affected my opponents' games. At one point that night, I remember a sheriff's deputy showing up. At first I thought he might try to give us some trouble, and I considered trying to summon the energy to give token resistance to arrest so that he might do me a favor and shoot me. But then he reached into his pocket and sat down to play. That was the last thing I wanted to see, as I had been getting ready to leave. But how can you say no to a guy with a badge and a gun? He was the only one I didn't bust completely out that night. He actually left $3 to the good.
Wow, I am really rambling now. That's probably a good sign that I need to cut this short, so that's exactly what I'm going to do. I'll be back when I'm feeling better.
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