I got sick at the worst possible time... during two of the last three days of the WSOP. I can't do anything about it today except suck it up, get jacked up on DayQuil, and hope that the day goes fast.
There are 36 players left and I don't get to go home until 9 remain.
I'm starving. I'm craving for real food and nothing like Subway or casino cafe food that I've been feasting on the last month or more.
I got fucked over by one of the print outlets I write for. I cleared my schedule and promised them an article for a much lower price than other organziations offered me. But since I'm loyal, I stuck with them. Of course I found out two days ago that they got someone else. Pissed off? You betcha. I guess loyalty is a one way street in the business.
I talked to some of the big wigs at PokerNews and it looks like there will be more travel for me over the next few months. Nothing is official, but it looks like London and Australia will be two events that I'll cover in the upcoming months.
I'm going to take a couple of weeks off at the end of August and live in Amsterdam for two weeks so I can relax and write and jump off the grid for two weeks. There's a possible side trip planned to France for a weekend before I fly to London for two weeks of work. If Nickygets hired for London, then she'll come out to France with me before she's supposed to show up in London. If not, I guess I'll have to fly her out.
I have a spcial trip planned at the end of September and then it's off to Australia in mid-October. I think I'm supposed to go back to Oz again in January for a month.
There's other stuff planned for next year, but that's so far away that I don't want to think about it. Anything could change at any moment. And the stuff I already wrote about is not official until I get word that it's a go.
I'm not thrilled to still be stuck in poker for another year. At least I'm getting to go to different places and I'm not stuck in Las Vegas or Atlantic City.