Yesterday was pretty ugly poker-wise. About -$1,400 ugly, nearly all at the 20/40 tables. Giveth and taketh away and all of that crappeth.
Nothing really spectacular occurred, just couldn't get anything going, plus one table was pretty lemurific, except I kept ending up on the wrong end of it, after isolating the lemur that loved to raise with hands like 34s. One of the somewhat decent players at the table also kept hitting on the turn/river, over and over and over, after I'd given him plenty of reason to suspect that his A high, 4 kicker wasn't going to be good enough. Until he spikes an A on the river.
In brighter news, sweet Jebus, ScurvyWife and I are getting back quite a hefty return this year. Thumbs up to overpaying throughout the year, as it worked out to be inadvertent savings. The nice thing is that it was pretty much completely unexpected, as I thought we still might owe some. I suppose that's why I'm not an accountant, yo.
Still keeping an eye on ScurvyRat but the tough little bastard seems to be completely normal and fine.
I really, really need to motivate on a poker-related business idea that's been percolating in my brain. Like, really. Even if it means playing less actual poker for a month or two. I enjoy the poker, obviously, but I'd likely be a wealthier monkey overall if I'd devoted more time to assorted endeavors the last few years instead of