Ahh Poker, Why Won't You Let Me Go?

Hmm. I got an email from Bodog a few days ago letting me know that I had $24 left in my account and that I should, you know, do me some gambling. Which I did.

So now my account balance is sitting a bit north of $900, which I guess means I might be playing a bit more poker in the near future. I gambooled the $24 up to $150 playing blackjack, then went on a nice run at the $200 NL tables. While $900 is a fairly piddling bankroll, it's something, and I actually have missed playing poker of late. I'm probably going to knock around the $100 NL tables for awhile and see what happens.

It's kind of funny how our monkey brains work, as far as feeling like I was totally burned out on poker back in October/November, and almost grateful for the UIGEA to hit the fan, as far as forcing me to cash out and focus on other endeavors. I didn't really have the itch to play in the months following that, despite knowing I could reload some cash into Neteller and get back to donking away chips at the table.

Once Neteller went into lockdown, though, and I had no easy way to deposit and hardly any funds to play with, suddenly the desire to play increased. Tell me I shouldn't play and that it was time to focus on other things, and I was grateful and couldn't care less about playing. Tell me I absolutely can't play and lo, I get stubborn and convince myself that I really miss playing. Contrary, indeed...

Things are still chugging along, as far as all of my affiliate marketing machinations and house flipping schemings. I need to stop looking at listings, as I found a duplex that just popped up this morning. Foreclosure property, 1700 sq. ft., pretty much ready to rent, listed at $49,900. Gah. No more houses.