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[abracanabra]

In my endless quest to balance my life, I've decided that Tuesday and Thursday night Tae Soo Do classes are more important than social engagements, but Friday and Saturday classes are not, or at least, not all the time. A corollary to that is that if I've stayed up only until two the previous night, making Saturday class is reasonable and something I should be able to do...but if later than that, no. Because, yes, I'm old and tired.

Which explains why I slept until 1 p.m. today. Poker tournament last night went well--I left with five times more money than I brought! I scraped by on the first table to to make it to the second, where I briefly ran the table until three players went out at once on the same hand, and it was just me and discoflamingo left, going after the pot. For that tiny space of time, I felt like I knew exactly what I was doing.

And then there were two players instead of five, and all my statistics were screwed up, and I started sucking. I've decided that six to four players is the range I'm most comfortable in. I need to work on my endgame. I mean, c'mon, I usually make it to the final table, and frequently to the final three players, but I don't think I've actually ever won first place.

And although there is a saucier potluck tonight, we will not be going, for we are insecure in our sauciness. Sniff. Why can't I just have a chef to do all this stuff? Corollary: Why wasn't I smart enough to either get a guy who cooks really well or to motivate him to learn to cook really well back when I had the ability to motivate him at all?

Side-note:
It amuses me, but I find it vaguely odd that our former real estate agent ends emails with, "Please, let me know how I may serve you."