Happy Freakin' Valentine's Day

Well, I am at least with my loved one. I'm sick as a dog, but I am home with my wife, so that's some consolation. Not much, since on one of the few days of the year that a married man is pretty much guaranteed to get laid (birthday, Valentine's Day, Anniversary) I'm too sick to do anything about it in fear that I'll break out in a coughing fit and hock up a lung in the middle my flagrante delicto. Nice.

Yeah, I brought the crud back from Vegas, while leaving some of my cash there. After a few days to digest my trip, I think it was a good thing overall. It was really interesting to have several days with no real obligations. To anyone. Not my wife, not my job, not any friends that I made hard and fast plans with. It was the first time in over a decade that I've had more than 24 hours like that. I think I might need that more than once every ten years. I don't want it too often, but every couple years might be nice.

Another thing I realized, once and for all, is that I don't have the temperament to play poker for a living. Bad beats get to me too much to depend on this game for a living. It was good to finally come to that realization, and to do so without actually trying to live off of poker. Somewhere deep in the back of my head was a notion that if I crushed all the games I'd give it a shot. As I continued to not crush the games, I started to learn a little more, which made the whole thing worthwhile.

Of course I wouldn't have minded being profitable while learning, but there aren't very many graduate assistantships in poker. So I paid my tuition, and took a class. I passed, I think. I'm now and forever a recreational player. That doesn't mean I don't wanna win, I only want to win all the chips on the table. It means that I know my place in the poker economy, and that's worth something. To me at least.

Now I'm gonna take my Nyquil-high ass off to bed.