what a shitty night, but a usefull one perhaps

Man, degenerate gambling is not what its cracked up to be, and tonight I just feel kind of stupid fro getting wrapped up in it in the first place. Some nights plying cards one feels like the insides of aunt bee's bunion pads, and the only real mistake I made to night was calling with a k9, they call that hand the sawmill, so yeah all the rest of the time tonight I had way the best hand and my opponents caught up. Well, that is until the end of the night and I just stated playing like a mannequin eyes gauged out by the mafia over some bad debt. If I can conquer that tilt factor, perhaps I will make money one day. I just need to figure out how to focus more. I just know with my slim profit, if I can keep my hot little eyes off the internet, that I made in the live games last year I can improve. Enough on my gambling problem. I have a bad case of the I's tonight...I...I...I...I. It's cold outside and icy; a night filled with trepidation and whispering, while I keep concluding the issue with big words and lost catch phrases that were spoken on some television show captured by my eyes when I was young. "I love it when a plan comes together." Hannibal from the A-Team. I had a little setback on the quitting smoking issue, but life is a series of little wars and I can't win every one, but due to the price of smokes, I will have to continue to try to quit. I shall crown the day Tuesday. Lou Reed said it best."Sometimes to be really hip you have to know when to slow down." Or something to that effect...What kind of country do we live in that Star Jones cellulite is a topic of tabloids; come on what ever happened to Space aliens, from the planet pluto, were screwing Jenna Bush, on the oval office steps or something at least mildly interesting, but some poor old ladies flabby stomach. I challenge any fifty year old to come up and do better...I see it now come one come all, for the first annual seniors flat belly contest, and maybe I could get Dick Clark, Ed McMahn, and Alan Alda, to be my celebrity judges, but I just think Dick and Ed would just get flustered by that whipper snapper ,Alan Alda, who weighs in at a forever young sixty-one...Enough for now kids. Salah...