So brilliantface me decides to make a post on THP about my blog, then goes to Florida without poker for a week. Duh. Fantastic time, would've been nice to have paid for the trip with a withdrawal but I'm a dink and still haven't gotten the proper info to Fulltilt to prove my identity because I chucked all my bank statements when I got home from the Mediterranean, and have been unable to procure another copy. Maybe by the time I get a fresh one I'll feel good enough about moving up to the 45s, which I could probably do now quite easily anyway. Finish this "week" out on the 28s and see how things look. Probably do a bit tonight to get back into the groove, then go heavy tomorrow.

I'd like to start logging more hours at the table, at least 4-6 a day, and see if anything reasonable comes of it. Playing 9+ tables would be nice because it could techinally mean less hours, but to be realistic, there's really no way at these levels I can crank out any kind of profit without plugging in some good solid hours. More tables are good, but finding the balance between tables and time is best. These kinds of "realizations" are so silly because they're totally obvious and basic, but oops, turns out I'm kind of a goon when it comes to that kind of stuff. Every little bit helps I guess, especially since I may be trying to "live" off this for a few months while I settle my life and figure out where I'm going to end up. Thankfully saving lots of dough on the ships makes this transition lots easier, but it'd be way nice if I didn't have to dip into the savings too heavy at this strange up in the air time of my life. Word. Get 30-40 under my belt, hop to the friends house for a few pops for St. Patty's day, then tomorrow is rich ass Ham day.