Not much pokering the last few days, as the middle of the week gets pretty slim on free time, especially Wednesday nights as we don't end up getting home until about ten at night. Rewinding a bit, Monday was a pretty damn grim day at the tables, as I dumped just shy of a grand, wiping out all of the steady gains of late and putting myself in the hole for November.
On the bright side (if there is a bright side), I was fairly non-plussed by it all, chalking it up to just one of those days. Play enough SnGs and it's inevitable that I'm going to run KK into AA in three consecutive SnGs, each time into the only stack at the table that can bust me. People with decently sized stacks are inevitably going to make horrible, unnecessary calls on the bubble, for all of their chips, with hands like K5h, when the short stack at the table has 2BB left. You're going to have days where you lose every 80/20, over and over and over, despite getting your chips in with the best of it.
But man, those big hits do hurt, especially when I rarely notch any offsetting +$1,000 days. But none of this is new, yada yada yada, and I still don't have much of a sample size to work with, having only logged 300 or so SnGs in this latest iteration of grinding out many SnGs.
Not a whole hell of a lot else going on in ScurvyLand. I'd fallen into the habit of consuming a completely craptacular diet in recent months, eating at Wendy's every day for lunch when I'm in the office, and usually something similarly fast-foody at night for dinner. While I'm lucky enough to be pretty perpetually skinny, I finally reached a saturation point where I was just like, umm, no, no mas. So I've been pretending to be some sort of herbivore the last few weeks, eating lots of bullshit foods like vegetables, fruit, grains, and crap like that, eating smaller meals throughout the day, blah blah blah. And, damnit, as much as it pains me to admit it, I do feel about 1000% better, less malaisical, more energetic, all that positive crap.
I'm also finally getting most of my tools and metalworking toys moved over to the new house, have bottles for the welders, and should be cranking up my efforts to blow myself with molten metal again soon. Haven't broken the news of those hobbies to the new neighbors yet, but they'll probably figure it out fairly quickly, what with five foot tall flames shooting out of trash cans and welding arcs dancing around and what-not.