… that I tilt. Now all I need to do is stop tilting, and I’ll make a gazillion dollars, yes? Yes. Ok!

I realize that I haven’t written much in the last week here, and it’s largely because I haven’t played a lot of poker. I’ve been gone over easter (we visited my parents) and most of the rest of the time has been spent packing up all of our crap before the move next week.

ONE WEEK!

I’m excited enough to be literally bouncing up and down in my chair at the thought of it. I can’t remember a time where I was ever this giddy about anything(except for when Lori would come to visit me - she’s from the US, so the first few years of our relationship was of the long-distance kind. That sucked. Don’t try it.)

So it seems that my April goal of playing 10k hands of 5/10 is out the window. In fact, I’d be surprised if I play even a thousand hands this month. But that’s okay. It’s very okay.

We’re getting a house, you see. With our own drive-way. A backyard. A frontyard. Stairs. Brand new kitchen.

So screw poker. Who needs it?