Fear and Loathing in Berkeley

There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.

I have been partying what seems like non-stop for the last few days. I am generally a very moderate creature, but sometimes I just need to let loose. I have been to a party or some social event every night since Wednesday. I am pretty sure I melted my brain, my liver looking for a new home. It's time to post up the signs and find myself. Pull it together.

Ok, there we go. Feeling better. Frankly, I am just exhausted and ready to go back to the day's labors. Poker has crawled to a snail's pace and I am happy where I am. Probably going to fall short of my goal this month, but still making good progress. This week I am going to dedicate myself to finishing getting my life in order for the rest of the year. Set an alarm and stop goofing off. I am probably going to also put some hours in looking over my poker game for areas of improvement. See what needs to be done.

On a related poker note, PL Omaha is a crazy game. Yesterday at Doyle's Room where the max buy-in is 500 at the 5/10 table, I was stuck $1700 before showing a nice profit. Players were so terrible and I just lost two big pots where I was a decisive favorite (Imagine flopping trips, a straight draw and a flush draw and losing).

Off to sober up...