The Ryback

The last few days haven't been too much fun.  After getting over food poisoning, I quickly caught some type of flu bug and felt terrible.  Headaches, fever, exhaustion.  I think I took four naps in a single day.  On top of general sickness, I caught a severe case of the run-bads (not to be confused with "the runs") and that combination made me miserable at times.  I found myself much more disturbed by standard variance and venomously cursing out regs aloud.

Last night, I woke up around 10 PM and for the first time in a while, I felt good.  Fourteen hours of sleep will do that.  It was Christmas Eve, so I delayed the grind in favor of grabbing food/hanging out with some friends.  Eventually the gathering died down and I left, ready to get to work.  On the way home I stopped off at a late night coffee shop to get properly caffeinated and noticed a small box next to the register.





















Are those...donuts?

I tried to ask the cashier but I forgot that my Thai sucks.  I don't know any of the words in the following phrases:


What are those?
Are those donuts?
Kind miss, could you please tell me if that fine baked good your establishment has put forth is indeed a miniature donut?

Whatever, they looked like donuts and only cost 15 baht ($0.50 USD) so I bought them.  Normally, the plan is to have celebratory donuts after posting a four figure day but I wanted to shake things up a bit.  What would happen if I ate them before I played?  Maybe this caloric sacrifice would convince the poker gods to give me a big day.  I ate them...not donuts.  Tasted like dry pound cakes.  But I scarfed down every last one and loaded games.

And the result?


















If that's what happens, I don't care how terrible those things tasted.  Feed.  Me.  More.