Bad night at the office...

So after my decent run of good form I dropped about £700 last night.

I started playing the £1-£2 game and dropped about £200 before heading off to The Empire.

I got about £100 back there, and decided to come back to The Vic around 4am.

I should of gone home, why bother? I really don't know why I came back seriously.

At The Vic there was only 2 games going, £1-£3 and £1-£1.

David "Yamaha" was in the £1-£3, and was dishing out money (during naps).

But for some reason, I am actually cursed in the £1-£3 game, every time I play it I do my money hard! I play pretty bad, and to be fair I also don't get my fair share of cards.

What can I say. I hate losing.

I really want to stay focused, I need to get back on track tonight and this weekend. What seems to happen is just when I am building momentum, I get a bad session, and end up losing the lot. I really cant let that happen again.

I called in sick Thursday and Friday, I feel pretty bad about it. I am going to be in big trouble when I go back to work on Monday. But who cares I suppose I am working my notice.

Meh, come on Yigit you are fucking blessed, be happy, slug it off.

Why do losses hit me so hard? Ahhh! Focus your ass! You are suppose to be a professional!

So much happened in that game last night, I could and probably will blog about but not right now!

Last night was a fail moment...

Fuck it!