Ok so MAYBE I lied

I obviously have not quit poker. I went into this trip to Tunica in a VERY bad mood and with no optimism. The start of the trip seemed to bear that out but then things picked up. I actually feel like I'm playing better poker than ever. I'm not saying I don't have a lot of improving to do but I can, at least, beat the $4/$8 games here fairly consistently. I've pulled some $500 out of them this week. That's hardly earth shattering money but on the other hand it beats the hell out of minimum wage and besides most of the time it was fun.

I have very likely, for all intents and purposes, quit online poker. I will dabble in it from time to time but for the most part when I'm home I'll spend most of my time doing other things unless I can get to one of the live poker rooms around. My tight, unimaginative, game works fairly well there.

I have not quit posting in this journal obviously but will probably not bother to post much since as near as I can tell the only people who read it are Connie and Robin and I suspect Robin does so to be nice since she knows nothing about poker. I do appreciate it by the way, both of you (and anybody else who struggled through my mood swings here without commenting).

So it appears that I lied about quitting...what? You're surprised that a poker player would actually LIE??? :)

The End

This, unless something major happens very soon, will be the last entry in this journal. It's time to face the fact that I'm just not a good poker player and I lack what it takes to become one. It's not the first thing I've failed at and won't be the last. Shortly I will begin cashing out my online accounts except for possibly a very small amount on Poker Stars to use to play some of the tiny little $1 45 seat tournaments. This coming trip to Tunica will probably be mostly in the nature of a goodbye to poker trip, if I even make it. I'm thinking of just staying home and working on the house on Wickersham. That was making me happy even though the work was hard and I'm not as happy with the results as I could be. I am a lot better at that then I am at poker anyway. To anybody that did read this journal thank you for any support you gave me. If you were lurking just to see how I was doing or whatever you know know the end of the story. I admit it. I have failed...again.

I will probably keep this journal just to remind me not to get my hopes up ever again. I'll never be really good at anything. I'll never have much in the way of friends. I'll be a little old man digging around in his yard, all alone.