Pre-Christmas Massacre.

Wow I just got hit by one of the worst runs, ever. -$800+ in less than three hours.

This raises all my previous doubts of whether poker's my competitive advantage, my schtick, my favorite iPod.

What else am I suppose to do. What is my one-hit song? Should I be world's best stone-skipper? Hold the world record for the longest distance an orange has been rolled by my nose?

This is a privately-funded war from within. Like the war on drugs, terror, or obesity, there seems to be no end in sight. My mind never ceases.