Jumping Jacks

What ever happened to the jumping-jack? Does anyone do those anymore? I mean, if it was once a good exercise, why wouldn't it be now? I just did 200 of them along with some push-ups and crunches. I know that doesn't sound too typical of me, but I'm feeling like I wanna be in better shape. And last night, instead of an expected choice of late night food, I ordered a fruit bowl. Incidentally, I did follow it up with a huge brownie, which is made even more silly by the fact that I usually don't eat that type of thing. Oh well, at least the fruit got in there.

I haven't posted anything in over a week and the main reason for that is the fact that where I am, I have to pay $13 for 24 hours of internet. Oh, didn't I mention? I'm in Tunica, MS. I decided a couple weeks ago that I would come out here for a bit while the World Poker Open is being held at the Gold Strike. I drove in last wednesday and checked into a room at the Horseshoe. By the way, the Horseshoe sucks. The room was dirty. There was lint all over the pillows, all the fixtures were dusty, the toilet seat was broken, the water pressure in the shower was crappy, and the lady at the front desk was about as rude as they come. I was expecting "southern hospitality." Forget it. After two nights, I moved to the Gold Strike. I'm paying $25 more per night, but at least the room doesn't have any visible cooties.

The roughest part of the trip has been the poker elevator I've been on. The first night I lost $400, then the next afternoon I got it all back. Then, that night, I lost $350. I broke even the next day after 9 hours and then yesterday I got back. Today, I'm up $166 so far. If you count the hotels and the gas, I'm slightly down. I feel like the games have been very manageable though, I only wish that my emotional state was as well. That's my biggest leak. I allow things outside of poker to affect me at the table. It pretty much started thursday afternoon and I wasn't even close to stable again until yesterday. But if I didn't play poker, I'd have gone nuts thinking and worrying about my non-poker problems. With the way things are in my life right now, there's no way I can be emotionally stable. Winning at poker is like a drug though. It does give me what I need when other parts of my life don't. The only problem is, winning isn't always available, and losing makes me feel worse than the other shit did in the first place. It's a tough proposition, but I have to take it.

So I sprang for the $13 for WiFi and I'm in my room at the Gold Strike at the moment. I played a really good session earlier and then I came here for a break. I feel quite clear headed now and I'm gonna head back down to the tables in just a bit. I need to be asleep by midnight at the latest tonight for I want to start driving away from here by 7:00 tomorrow morning. After that, I'm not sure what's in store for me. I'll most likely be back in Cherokee soon, snatching video chips from dumb ass country people who can't even read the board. God love 'em.

Ok, let's go find out if this trip will have been worth it in the end. Wish me luck.