I've Been Busy

So, uh, hey...what's goin' on? I've been meaning to call, but crazy busy here, you know. It's not like I don't value our relationship or anything like that. You know I'm always here for you. It's just there's this imaginary totem pole in my mind, a hierarchy of importance, if you will, and right now it is completely obscured like a polar bear (this is a bad analogy I realize now as it wasn't three weeks ago when the tour bus driver at the San Diego Zoo explained that polar bear fur is not actually white, but black and the individual hairs are hollow, like straws; the more you know) in a blizzard by the flurry of thoughts and tasks and thoughts about tasks that I have to undertake in the next couple weeks.

Yes, moving day is nigh. A homeowner again. That simultaneously proud and anxious step forward for real-life grown-ups. My attendant To Do List shames "War and Peace." Tolstoy'd be all like, "WTF?"

I'm not so good at To Do Lists. Procrastination is part of it. And when mentally itemizing all this crap, it seems like they will take forever, which adds to the distaste of it all--and the insomnia--but eventually, like flush draws against my top set, I get there. Just this week, Emet and I did the home inspection, contracted a painter, picked hues, signed assloads of papers, wired a substantial amount of money into the ether, hired a mover, transferred accounts, played golf and got trashed on a Wednesday night at a local sushi joint.

$1 Asasis. FTMFW.

Emet scored us a great deal on DirecTV. She spent an hour on the phone with them, because of the convoluted nature of our separate accounts (we both had the satellite service, but when she moved in, because of a deal, we used hers and got rid of mine, but now she can't transfer hers because of the last deal and I don't qualify as a "new customer" because of my past service, but we found a way around that), and, by the time she was done, I think they're paying us.

All that's really left is to pack.

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Oh, but it's not all bubble wrap and packing tape. I'm gonna play Event #1 of the LAPC next Friday at Commerce. It's a $1 Million Guarantee with four--FOUR!--Day 1s. Friday is the third of the four and should be a big field, since those who bust on earlier days can buy in again. My goal is to last until F-Train gets there so we can have a drink after I bust and play Indian Poker at a 4/8 table.

I wouldn't say the structure or the typical (and necessary, in this format) Commerce style of play suits my game very well, but patience and looking for the best spots early is what I do, so I'll continue to do it. Since I've been running reasonably well lately (a fact I'll attribute to playing less, focusing more), I'll take the shot. Sometimes, I need to play outside of my bankroll to feel energized. That's probably a leak, that desire for extra adrenaline. I'm alright with it. In periodic doses.

Along that same line of thinking, I'm definitely also playing a WSOP event this year (long as the bankroll doesn't take a freefall). At least one. Lining it up so I'm in Vegas for the US-England World Cup game (that's June 12th at 11:30 a.m. local time my poker scribe friends; be sure to get that day off) for some Hot Sportsbook Hooligan Action. There are several of the cheap-ass Donkaments in that date range, so I'll find one.

In fact, I've been planning a whole year of vacations and it's only January. To go with Vegas, there's spring training, The Summit, beach camping and possibly a trip out of country. Going to see Kings-Oilers in a couple weeks for Wayne Simmonds (My Main Main) Bobblehead night. Love that homebuyers credit. Thanks Obama.

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AJ's good. Thanks for askin'. He has his first basketball game tomorrow and he's beside himself with excitement. In fact, his favorite part about the new house is not the pool or his playroom, but the hoop cemented next to the driveway. If his practices are any indication, the will be hilarious. He can't stop running around. He's a one-man full-court press. If he were seven years older, the cops would haul him away figuring he had to be on something.

For some reason, I don't think that energy is going to apply itself to packing.