not know a frigging thing about the game of poker. It’s the boo hiss season right now. I’m busted out of four tournaments with Aces. But why would aces beat 2-3 or 8-4 or any of those magnificent holdings? It ain’t gonna happen.

I’ve taken to wearing a hat lately when I play – yes even in front of the computer monitor – because it conceals my long flapping donkey ears. The only consolation I have is that I started with -0- and haven’t returned to -0- yet. Each day when I crawl out of the hay and shake out my long donkey ears, I manage to convince myself that I can win a poker tournament. Perhaps it’s because my ears have beaten me senseless as I shook them out and they flapped around my head.

I’m extremely depressed tonight, yeah…crying mode depressed. Yuppers, little donkey does stages of depression from time to time and this one is a doozey. I even went for a half hour walk around the RV park around 10 p.m. and then came in to jump on the Wii fit and have it tell me I gained a pound since yesterday, but that didn’t stop me from doing all of the balance games except the snowboarding. I can’t quite get the hang of the snowboarding down yet, but I will. And after over a half hour of the Wii fit, I’m still depressed. Kee-rist! I think it’s time for a break from the computer and the noise inside my brain, I’ll just go sprawl in the peace and quiet of almost sleep in my little bed of hay. And I’ll be sure to tuck my donkey ears into a sleep cap so they don’t get bent under my shoulders as I drift off to sleep. G’nite!