Ramblings at 5.53am.

[AceLosesKing]

Its 5.51am. I've been up since 5.03am.

I can't sleep. Mind racing. Dreamt about getting my stack all in pre vs Bionic Mike, I iso with 77 vs a shortie, he snap calls on 66. Shortie has A3. Window 6.

I lose my shit, tell Mike he is a horrible player. He smiles it off, common for Mike. Happy and easygoing fellow. Had an excellent time catching up last night at the player party. Not unlike his "hey I just knocked you out bitch, there's the bar" self in my dream last night.

Ugh, the player party. My head can still feel the affects of the 4 jagerbombs, and however many Johnnie Walkers. I lost count when they were being bought for me. My head can still feel the affects of being smashed into bottom of the TV, while trying to hug Tommo.

Dave is making us bacon and eggs for breakfast. I don't like Bacon. Or the meat.

I will need coffee soon. It is my heroin. Maybe I'll get a few hands in on Stars before the day. This wait is killing me. Didn't sleep much, probably only had about 3h sleep. Can count the hours of sleep I've had over the past two days on one hand. Not good.

This feels like a Brett post. Very short sentences. Just quietly, that Brett kid is awesome. Don't ever leave. Loving the weekend still. Bring on the feature table. Bring on Warney. Bring on Muzz's one liners.

Good luck today all.

[Conspiracy Theorist]

Xanax FTW

CT