I think I'm going to change my middle name to Variance. I'm basically dead on, asbolutely even from where I started the month, poker-wise, despite many yips and yaws in both directions. Gambling-wise, I'm doing well, but the wheels on the poker bus go round and round and round.
Putting my 2-0 fantasy football league record on the line versus The Commish this weekend, who seems to foolishly think he can avoid a swift kick in the junk. Old man Stephen Davis needs to stop sucking up TDs from my man Jake Delhomme and all shall be golden.
My wife's off gallavanting at the Austin City Limits music festival while I sit here, telecommuting. Boo.