Ghost Town

Today was about as typical a Monday as you can imagine--nothing really went wrong, but then again, nothing went really right, either.

I couldn't sleep at all last night--I was restless, and I kept seeing the glowing digital clock on the cable box every time I turned over, and the mental anguish of thinking Ok, I have to get up in three hours, then two hours, etc. just sucked. I finally fell asleep around 4:00 am, getting about 45 good minutes of sleep. Ugh.

Of course, I reset my alarm for 15 more minutes, but it didn't help much. I grabbed one of those Starbuck's double-shot energy drinks out of the mini-fridge on my way out the door, hoping that it would give me a jump start on my drive to the casino.

As you probably already knew, there was no game going when I got to the poker room--just one lonely floorman watching an empty room. At least he had about ten TVs to keep him company. So we sat down at one of the tables and just chatted for about two hours. We still didn't have a game going at 8:00 when the next dealer came in, so I took off for the dining room and got some breakfast. I came back a half hour later--still no game. A random player or two would walk by, but since there was no game going, they'd leave--nobody wanted to play short-handed.

We finally got a game going around 10:00 am, four hours after I arrived. Oh, and we had two dealers coming in at 11:00, so it didn't look like I'd be making much money this day. I figured I'd get cut out at 11:00, but miraculously, they rounded up enough players to hold a tournament, so I made it all the way to 1:00 in the afternoon, but it was one of my worst money-days ever.

After getting out of work, I drove over to Linens & Things, thinking that my ultra-firm bed is what's been contributing to my lack of sleep lately, and they were having a huge sale. So I picked up a queen-sized egg-crate mattress pad for about twenty bucks. I looked around a bit, thinking of buying some new pillows or maybe a new comforter set, but nothing really blew my skirt up, so the mattress pad was the extent of my shopping.

On the way home, I called up my favorite gal, seeing if we were on for lunch later this week. But I caught her in the chair at the hairdresser, and we talked for a minute or two, but she "had a bunch of goo in her hair" right then, and told me she'd call me back later.

Unfortunately, she had to go to work after that, and I came home and took a nap, so I never heard from her. But I know that Tuesday and Wednesday are out, so I guess I'll talk to her at some point later in the week. It sucks being on completely opposite schedules, plus she has a kid, so that throws up another level of difficulty. We'll see. Hell, I may be completely off-base anyways as far as she's concerned--I've said before, she's so far out of my league that it's almost comical.

Once I got up from my nap, I decided to ride my hot hand at PokerStars, and got into another sit-n-go. Yeah, I won it. Now I've got my stake back again after almost completely cashing out last week. So I decided that instead of a sit-n-go, I'd play in one of those big $20 tourneys with a huge field. The one I got into went about 500 people, and I made it down to 196th place--my Aces got cracked by three Queens, knocking me out a hundred places away from the money.

I waited awhile, and right now, while I'm making this update, I'm playing in another $20 sit-n-go. But I've been card dead for the entire tournament, so I've gotta catch a monster in the next two orbits or I'm going out in sixth place. Ugh.

I'm on-call again tomorrow, but the poker room is so dead that I'm *sure* I'll have the day off. Of course, I've got lots of little projects to do, plus I'm about two weeks behind on answering email, so my day is pretty much covered if I don't get too lazy.

Y'all have a good one.

Mikey


PS. Got second place in that latest SNG for a $54 payoff. Woot!