Poker is a killer

Or at the very least, it screws up your priorities:

Actually, just as I was playing about hand number three in the PJK Tournament last night, my extremely attractive neighbor came up to give me the new plunger. Now, she’s not only involved with the guy (who’s really quite cool) she lives with, but is completely and utterly out of my league, so it’s not as if I was wanting to “work on her” or something like that, but she did come up seemingly with the intention of chatting. And here I am playing Internet poker on a new interface, and was obviously not even listening to a hot chick who wants to talk.

Damn you poker. Damn you right to hell.

Heh.

Hey, it’s 8 PM and my weekly game is not here. Damn you Passover. Damn you right to hell. Better hop on the Party Train.

The day so far

Up $60. Not bad. Of course, that’s after 8.28 hours of game time (i.e., an hour at two tables is two hours of game time), giving me a win rate of $7.42 an hour. I think Ben and Jerry’s pays more than that. But now that my bank roll is over $200 (I withdrew $55 yesterday), I’m gettin’ close to the point where I’ll move on to a higher limit. The same win rate at a .50/1 will net me almost $15 an hour, which is what a good internship will pay me.

Up another $16

Grind, grind, grind. I was looking back at one of my past entries, and I can see how my expectations are completely warped by a few good sessions where I netted $30-50. I suppose the good thing is that I’ve not experienced another loss like last Monday afternoon’s. The bad thing is that I was up $30 today before I blew $14 on some bad beats and fishing expeditions. The overall problem is that I want to build the bankroll up to the point where I have a) made up for my PokerStars losses, and b) can move on to higher limit tables. Until then, I guess I’ll have to be ecstatic about $16.

In other news, I was trolling around on the poker blogosphere and came across a new one to add to the right side: Boy Genius.