Day 32: In which AC conspires to frustrate the bejesus out of me.

Let's see. I did manage to make money on pocket Aces one time. And a pair of Kings held up another time. Other than that, I got outdrawn pretty spectacularly.

You know what? I'm probably ~ as one kind commenter has put it ~ a TAGfish.

(But I'm a TAGfish that just can't hit a flop like every other lucky mofo on the planet. And if there's a flush draw to be had against me, you can be sure that my opponent will call me without odds and will get there anyway. Every time.)

It's a pathetic moral victory that I'm only down 1/3 of a buy-in. At my best today I was up by 1/3. I've probably paid the equivalent in rake too. Oh well. Tomorrow is another day.

But my freakin' next door neighbor in the hotel seems to have fallen asleep with his television blasting and I forgot to buy earplugs.

I am exhausted and not a little cranky. And it looks like a good night's sleep is going to be hard to come by. Don't be fooled by the timestamp on this post, which I use for book-keeping purposes. It's actually 4:30 in the morning.

GAH!