Hung out in Raleigh for days. Picked out an apartment. Fucking got a taste for it all. Now I'm back in my same old same old. Bleh.
Nobody is televising UNC v. Davidson. Bleh.
I've not been challenged by my work in years. YEARS. Bleh.
Got knocked out of an online tourney after my pocket queens ran into pocket aces. Next hand, my suited ace king met pocket aces again. BACK TO FUCKING BACK. Bleh.
I worry about Sister. I worry about Youngest. I worry about Craftsman. I worry about Dad. Bleh to all of it.
Finished One of a Kind. Almost choked up at the end of it. How can someone so talented, so kind and so genuine systematically destroy everything he had and cared about.... even himself?
If I ever get one millionth the card sense he had I will be a millionaire. You will see me on TV hammering terror on the green felt. What a shame. Bleh.