Just another grim day on the online felt. Bubbles at least one tournament. Crashes out of more regs than ayrton senna with a brain disorder. Finally cashed of course. They wait until 95 per cent of my bankroll is gone before I win a paltry .50 sng. Yay.
Felting is miserable. Even writin this after winning I feel hollow. I need inspiration. So I will say this. But for two misplayed hands I would be in profit in the evening. And tournaments are the devil's work. Back to the grind....
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