For those of you who aren't "in the know," that title is a reference to the opening line of "Crazy," the internet sensation hit single from Gnarls Barkley. Cee-lo + Danger Mouse = yummy for my tummy. The album "St. Elsewhere" finally dropped, and damn, it's good. I'm listening to it today, along with some Ranking Joe (makes me feel high at work, and I don't even smoke pot at home) and Raekwon. Only Built 4 Cuban Linx, dammit!

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My poker skeelz are all the way back. It's almost a surreal experience - I went through such a prolonged, pessimism-laced downswing that playing well and doing well are very unexpected results. But my confidence has returned in a big way. I was playing with some friends last night and broke out the whole bag of tricks. I perfectly executed a squeeze play on one guy when he raised pre-flop in Omaha and got two callers including me. After he bet and got a call, I raised the pot and got them both to fold - and I had total air, absolutely nothing. I wouldn't suggest that move more than very occasionally, but it felt good. I also employed some acting to get paid on a couple hands that by all rights I should have made basically nothing on. All in all it was a beautiful evening of poker. I went in feeling like I should take at least half a buy-in off somebody, and I beat my own goal by almost doubling up. Against uber-tight players like these, that's a pretty good accomplishment in just a few hours' play.

The only thing I'm lacking is enough hours to exploit this good run. I feel like I could be making a few hundred a week if I had a little more time, but as it is I'm just squeezing in maybe four or five hours of poker a week. And since my roll is still somewhat feeble, it's been at low stakes, too. Ah well, all in due time.

I have nothing more of interest to say today, so off you go.