Speaking in gross metaphor, this has a feeling much like seeing the legendary "Mission Accomplished" banner from when Bush II declared victory in Iraq.

I'm declaring victory. Of sorts.

One final poker overdose this evening. I crammed in a couple hours of play and got to my point goal. I ordered my electronic gizmo, draining my point balance, and I'm done. No more goals.

Of course I dumped a bunch more cash in the process. Sickening.

I'm not sure which was most enjoyable:

Choice 1: I flop a set with 88 on a Q86 board and checkraise a tard all in. Tard tanks and finally calls with Q9. Turn 6. River Q.

Choice 2: I flop a straight with J8 on a QT9 board. I bet, get raised, three bet and call a four bet shove ... from Q9. Turn Q ends the drama, river 9 just in case the message wasn't clear.

Choice 3: Aww fukkit. KK goes down to 44 for a stack plus. A big stack.

Choice 4: Ditto. KK four flushed by some inferior hand.

Of all those, choices 4 and 3 happened first. I handled them well.

Then choice 1 happened and I got pissed. TILT. Choice 2 was just the last straw.

I'm undecided what to do now. I simply can't take a whole lot more of this. After tonight's session I am now down from where I 'started' in November. I tripled my roll and have now given all that back plus a few cheeseburgers. I know I'm not good - and I don't doubt that the constant cascade of beats has affected my mental game - but I'm sure I'm not this bad.

I may just try and cash out what little I have left. Honestly, I think that's probably for the best, but I'm undecided. I think I'll sleep on it.