Poker.

Well. Its another stay-up-late night, for reasons best not explained. Nothing too bad though.

Just waiting.
For a game.
For a flop, a river, a turn.
calling and folding,
and raising when i should,
or when i shouldn't have.

You know, the more i play poker, the more i find that our lives moves in significant parallels to the game, and more likely than not, I am not the first to make such a comparison. We get cards, 2 of them, some of us gets the Aces, some the dueces, and even worst off, some of us get the 2-7 off-suit. I would like to put myself somewhere along the lines of k-jaks. An average hand. But that probably do not come into the picture here. But yeah. Its one thing to get a good hand, its another to play it well. Some of us give it the huge bet at the start, only for what? to pick up the blinds, to gain small profits and small gains into the unlimited pot of the world. And some of us choose to play them slow, but ultimately, score a huge win over the rest. And some of us get poor hands. That's when we fold, and bide our time, and wait for a better hand. But for some like mine? We call the bets. However hard life's bets may be. call them and we'll take a look at the flop. And if its favourable. We do the All-in.

My mind, as you guys well know, is not functioning to the best of its capabilities for what must be a millon days now. So yeah. Even i don't really understand the blabber i just wrote.

So yeah.

Thks for reading anyway.

Till nxt time.

Its Poker time.