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peterbirksI spunked away $250 on Ultimate last night, following a fairly horrific $90 loss at Omaha (three sets on the flop getting beaten onthe spin etc etc, you know the drill) with an equally horrific $160 loss at $3-$6. All of which meant that I was late to bed. But, really, I couldn't leave this game. One guy over 100 hands saw 70% of flops and won nearly half of them. In a full ring game. I've seen nothing like it for yonks. Thankfully he decided to leave after a couple of hourse, else I might still be playing. Even so, only 5 hours' sleep; I do wonder why I bother with it all at times. Still, today's another day. I've got to get out of this rut soon, or I might take up something else, like Bridge. Three months of going nowhere is a long time. Thank god the writing money comes in.
At least the Omaha had some interesting hands rather than pure bad beats. I'm still not very good at this game, I know. What's worrying me is that I am not sure that I have the mental drive to become good — a situation in which I have never found myself before. Is this really age. or what?
I bought some flowers last night. This morning I have to look like a chump carrying them to work. Someone in the office was very sad yesterday (I suspect family problems back home), so I thought they might cheer her up a bit. I mention this only in light of the Challinger's "small doses of altruism" recommendation. Does it make me feel better? At the moment, not really. It makes me feel irritated that I have to carry them to work. This is clearly not working.
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Later:
Oh well, the girl at work was very happy with the flowers, so that bit was worthwhile.
The other thing that I meant to mention, and one fortunate side-effect from going to bed so late, was that I saw Mars. I was walking up the stairs to bed and saw the moon through the extended skylight. A little lower down in the sky was this red thing, no larger than a pinhead. "Wossat? I thought to myself". So I got the binoculars, caring not one whit about the rstraining order that silly woman across the road took out on me, and looked up at the sky. Sure enough, it looked like an asteroid, well, a round asteroid. I went onto the web, and was duly informed that it was Mars. That was a stroke of luck.
If I had any interest in astronomy, I guess that it would be luckier still.
At least the Omaha had some interesting hands rather than pure bad beats. I'm still not very good at this game, I know. What's worrying me is that I am not sure that I have the mental drive to become good — a situation in which I have never found myself before. Is this really age. or what?
I bought some flowers last night. This morning I have to look like a chump carrying them to work. Someone in the office was very sad yesterday (I suspect family problems back home), so I thought they might cheer her up a bit. I mention this only in light of the Challinger's "small doses of altruism" recommendation. Does it make me feel better? At the moment, not really. It makes me feel irritated that I have to carry them to work. This is clearly not working.
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Later:
Oh well, the girl at work was very happy with the flowers, so that bit was worthwhile.
The other thing that I meant to mention, and one fortunate side-effect from going to bed so late, was that I saw Mars. I was walking up the stairs to bed and saw the moon through the extended skylight. A little lower down in the sky was this red thing, no larger than a pinhead. "Wossat? I thought to myself". So I got the binoculars, caring not one whit about the rstraining order that silly woman across the road took out on me, and looked up at the sky. Sure enough, it looked like an asteroid, well, a round asteroid. I went onto the web, and was duly informed that it was Mars. That was a stroke of luck.
If I had any interest in astronomy, I guess that it would be luckier still.
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Re: The flowers
Date: 2005-09-22 10:07 pm (UTC)Cynic or otherwise, if you try and help 10 old ladies cross the road one of them will think you are after their pension.
We all have dry runs in life, I take no pleasure at all from the fact that Pete seems to be getting his turn at the moment, but you need to be able to manage a dry smile at the inequity that life deals otherwise things start to look very gloomy.