I’m sick. NO! Not that mind thing again. Just plain old sick, stuck in a wasteland of sinus and bronchial stress. Color me sick and unable to function for work. I called in. If it wasn’t for the intermittent hacking cough…hell…I would have still called in sick. I slept most of the day and my butt’s still dragging. If there’s no improvement tomorrow – it’ll be a repeat. I’m seriously wishing for some chicken soup but unfortunately I don’t have any. Oatmeal will have to do.

I’ve been moving my old Dear Diary posts from the old format to the blog. Amazing – I just found the one where we had three shuffle masters in for a trial period. That was in March of 2003. What a trial period those babies got. Time does fly when you’re having fun. Someone asked me the other day how long it had been and I thought it was a little over a year – close.

There were no zingers or noise makers in the games I dealt last night. The word was out in the room that a fight had broken out on Table 3 – $10-20 NLH, before I arrived for work,. They said someone jumped right over the table to punch another someone. No one seemed to know who/what/where or the end result. Well…poker can be quite emotional at times.

Time to fly – there’s a nap calling my name.