Fridays. Fuck 'em

A fairly awful day all round, really. IT department managed to delete three hours of my work (now I need to do it again tomorrow). And I still can't get used to playing the varying types of fish out there on Friday nights. I know that patience is the game (in other words, play like a nit), but since I spend most of my week playing either nits or good players and getting money off them, I just can't change gears to play against bad lags and bad loose-passives. I know the theory, but I keep failing the practical. Bollocks. And, of course, come Friday, I'm tired. I keep forgetting that. So you keep playing longer than you should (because you are down) and no good comes of it at all, at all. I'm getting old. Sometimes I feel that I should stop fighting the gravity of age. No good is coming of it. I made some absolutely awful "Fuck it, shove it in, he might be semi-bluffing" plays tonight, of which Bluescouse would have been proud. (Needless to say, these players aren't capable of semi-bluffing. They just have what their bet represents.)

The figures are going to look absolutely awful this month... Fuck it. When will something go right. :-)

Pete's Recipe Book For days like today.

1) Put on shoes
2) Go to sweet shop
3) Buy chocolate biscuits
4) Return home
5) Consume
6) Wait three hours
7) Put frozen pizza in oven for 22 minutes
8) Consume


This makes you feel better for, oooh, about 15 minutes each time.

And now, if you will excuse me, I have to go and clean the kitchen floor.


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