So, soooooooo tired. Not enough sleep, the end of the report card cycle and as near as I tell, the beginning of hormone rollercoaster cycle have all lead to me feeling like a walking zombie. And an incredibly irritable zombie at that.

I feel like I should write something about SirF's birthday TiltFest last night. But quite frankly all I can remember is pulling the rug out from Garth (sorry, dude) and Jules instructing me to make sure I let everyone know that I went out before her. But not much more before her - finished 4th of 26. I'd be feeling grumpy about the bubble if it weren't for the deal that Mrs. Sox proposed - otherwise we'd probably still be playing. Waffles himself did an awesome live blog summary...and far more coherent than anything I could put together right now.

I do know I had lots of fun playing with everyone this weekend, and met so many poker bloggers via Yahoo Voice chat. I'd do names and links but my brain really is far too numb right now - anyway, you know who you are.

But it kinda pisses me off that I'm missing my regular Monday night game. I missed last week due to the ongoing battle with strep throat and was really looking forward to tonight's game/laughfest with the crew. Ah well. better to keep my evil twin bottled up nicely at home rather than run the risk of having to apologize for something tomorrow. I've done enough of that lately during my recent bout of semi-insanity. :-)

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So off to slip into the hot bubble bath that my beloved has drawn for me, armed with a tall glass of Vietnamese iced coffee that he makes when I'm low because he knows how much I love it. I may suck at poker, but I am one lucky jammy bitch when it comes to him. I must have done something pretty freaking amazing in a past life.
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