The Bat Cave

Okay, last night I didn’t sleep well at all. I don’t know if it was because I hadn’t been chewing leading up to going to bed or because I’d been chugging Mountain Dew all day long and continued to do so past midnight. My guess is the latter, considering my body was tired, but my mind just wouldn’t stop racing.

Today hasn’t been all that rough. I woke up around 11:30 and I’ve basically been lounging around and playing online poker since. I’m having a ridiculously bad day of poker. One of those days where you look at the board and only one or two hands can beat what you have and they have it every single time. I think I got stacked four times in less than an hour playing NL cash games today. Just a brutal session. I always seem to follow up a nice score with a terrible day. The Poker Gods just refuse to let me consistently build a bankroll. All in all, I haven’t been running well in cash games anyways. I should just stick to tournaments… I’m killing them right now, I just don’t have time for them today.

When you have a bad day of poker like I’m having, it’s natural to want to cave in and buy some chew, take a dip, and relieve the tension. Today, I’m preferring to take the Lord’s name in vain… repeatedly. My roommates are church-going fellows and are probably a J.F.C. away from giving me a holy knuckle sandwich. Knuckle sandwich? Who says that anymore? That reminds me, is it possible to bring back the word “dweeb?” I haven’t heard it in a long time and I know that if someone were to call me a “dweeb,” even today, it’d feel like being punched in the stomach. It’s more insulting than “douche,” which has become today’s most popular cliche put down. We’re all a bunch of “fags” and the only people insulted by that nowadays are the actual gay people that are loosely being associated with all the “douches” and “dweebs” tossing their sexuality around like it applies to everything. Homosexuality has become the Insult World’s “it tastes like chicken.”

Okay… I’m obviously going nuts right now. I need to get ready for work, which will be a good thing. My post-shift dip is a big one and the drive home is even bigger. If I make it back to you with my dipless streak still in tact, there might be hope for me yet.

Hours since last dip: 18