sweeet

I promised an update, I provide an update.

I chopped at the final hurdle of the heads up, good for a cool thousand.

The semifinal was nuts, we were laying bad beat after bad beat on each other, the mother of all being when I cracked aces with my 69o - I moved in with a double belly buster on the 8TQ flop, rivered a seven.

It's fucking LATE. I didn't realize how late it was.

Wow.

Night.