on with the saga. . .

It seemed like there was only a little Dewar's left so I went to refill. The pour, however, proved that there was a healthy, deceiving amount, so I just went with it. I overpoured my glass, but I just went with it. Last week I played Schneider hu 15-30 at ub. I had no money there so he lent me $1500. He ended up winning a some, so I had to redeposit to pay him back. That is when I noticed somehow without me writing them an email that they lifted the $500 max. deposit that I used to have on my account. I paid Schneider bac and put on 5k for myself. So, I got bored writing my now-deleted blog entry, so I went to play some holdem at ub. I noticed, however, my bud Justin was sitting alone at a 50-100 hu o8 table. Now I suck at o8, and frankly Justin rules at it, but I decided maybe I would hit and run him or let him take a hand off me, so I sat and joked that I wanted to play higher. Somehow I got ahead, then JV started smashing the deck and scooping every pot. I kept telling myself to just quit after every hand, but I kept getting good starting hands and ultimately getting scooped. JV cleaned me (in reality, my bust was inevitable if we kept playing). At that moment, I realized it was very late. I felt stupid and annoyed for letting myself stay up late and finish off a large, third glass of scotch before bed. It went right to my head too since I drank it rather quickly - well, quickly enough to make it seem like a decent idea to jump into the big game at inter. . . .