Blind, Broke, Bedlam

Well, after a couple of days of "going blind" I checked up on my progress. It really wasn't that bad, but looking at the individual table results, I'm very glad I had my stacks covered up. One table I left with $4 of a $25 buyin, while another one I walked away almost doubled up. All in all, I ended up up about $6 on Thursday and around $15 on Friday.

Then I played some today. Now, of course, I didn't look. I don't want to look.

Ever.

You know those hands where you have a pocket pair and the board flops all undercards, expect, well you know that pair on the board? They had the set.

Every
fucking
time.

Again, no idea how bad the damage is, but even NOT knowing how bad it is I feel it. It was even more frustrating then that. On one of my tables was a bone-fide maniac. Bet and raise. That's all she knew. And people were just cashing in on her ass. That is, except for me. See, every time I'd get into it with her, she'd pull some funky ass hand out of her ass and smack me down with it. I wanted to put my fist through her avatar.

It's been that kind of poker day. But what the hell, it's not my money.