My head is about to explode from running bad.  In my last session, I lost 11 stacks (KK < AA, went 0-3 in flips, lost a hand where I was a 86% favorite, and ALL the rest were coolers or semi-coolers).  I'm obviously going to need to call in some cleaning people to wipe off all that holy water that was sprinkled in my office. Catholicism just lost it's chance to get a convert.

Well, at least I didn't lose much money this week.  I have 9 days to make around 10K to avoid having my worst month in a year (and that was a month where I took 2 weeks off).  I think I'm up to the task - I just need this doomswitch to end.  Only 21 days until we head off to Florida!

In mid stakes news, Turtlelicious gave up on that $40K at 1/2 prop bet.  I think he was up like 9K after 11 days.  I'm shocked he gave up with like 20 days to go.  But when you're not used to playing a lot of hands and you start falling off the pace, it's hard to find that motivation to continue.  I might give it a go, but I don't know when I'd be able to do it - April is Orlando, May is our 10 year anniversary (and we're expecting out of town guests) and June is another family vacation.  July is pretty bad because we have a great outdoor entertaining space and we'll probably have a lot of people over.  August is probably another vacation.  September?

JOKE

In honor of midterms that many of you are in the middle of taking...

It was the final examination for an introductory Biology course at the local university. The examination was two hours long, and exam booklets were provided. The professor was very strict and told the class that any exam that was not on his desk in exactly two hours would not be accepted and the student would fail. Half of an hour into the exam, a student came rushing in and asked the professor for an exam booklet. "You're not going to have time to finish this," the professor stated sarcastically as he handed the student a booklet. "Yes I will," replied the student. He then took a seat and began writing. After two hours, the professor called for the exams, and the students filed up and handed them in. All except the late student, who continued writing.

An hour later, the last student came up to the professor who was sitting at his desk preparing for his next class. He attempted to put his exam on the stack of exam booklets already there."No you don't, I'm not going to accept that. It's late." The student looked incredulous and angry. "Do you know who I am?" "No, as a matter of fact I don't," replied the professor with an air of sarcasm in his voice. "Do you know who I am?" the student asked again in a louder voice. "No, and I don't care." replied the professor with an air of superiority. "Good," replied the student, who quickly lifted the stack of completed exams, stuffed his in the middle, and walked out of the room.