Yesterday I skipped the $1500 donkament that was running, to do some errands and catch up on some well needed rest.

The two days of poker preceding had been pretty intense.

Sunday I was in online tourneys from within the first 5 minutes of waking up until midnight, and even when I was done with my session I wound down for the night by watching 2 poker videos.

Then Monday I dragged myself out of bed and threw myself into the exhausting experience of 9 hours of live PLO, where I actually managed to run up a stack but then gambled it away.

So by the time I finally got to sleep Tuesday morning, I was wrecked.

I woke up in the afternoon, and headed over with housemate StevoL to visit the Canadians staying around the corner from us (rdcrsn, improved, rookieqq9 and some others).

Got a little blazed sitting outside in the desert sun, and played a small session of donkaments since they were starting around that time.

I got 3rd in the 55+R with big antes for a small session win overall.

Then Stevo and I went to Naked Fish, which was great as always, and I went off to run my errands.

First thing I did was go to American Apparel to get some trackpants.

I pretty much have 5 American Apparel uniforms for live poker now, hoodie/shirt/trackpants/underwear/socks... it's all so comfortable, and the trackpants also mean I can go to the gym right after I play.

As I was walking around the store one of the cute girls who worked there said to me: 'Wow, you look EXACTLY like one of my professors!' 'Oh really? What subject?' 'Finite Maths...' (people have been saying weird things to me lately!)

Then I went over to the Bellagio to play some cash, partly to try and reinforce good habits (I really want to play more live cash, I just always burn myself out on stupid tournaments), partly to withdraw some money from the cage, and partly because I thought it would be fun.

I got in there and ran into Martin (MagicNinja), which was completely unexpected, and he jumped into a 25/50/100 must-move game with me.

I'm pretty sure ADZ was one of the guys at the table, he was sitting with over 100k and then over-flushed a tilted old man for 600bb (in a preflop three-handed once-raised pot).

Then after a while Ansky showed up, so I had Ansky on my right and MagicNinja on my left.

I introduced myself to Ansky and he said 'oh YOURE seabeast? I thought you'd be like, 18...'

Not sure if that was more to do with acting immaturely on 2+2 or looking incredibly washed up irl (though both are probably true) but it was funny anyway

The game broke and we played 3-handed for a while, while Ansky waited to get into the main game - but it wasn't exactly a good spot for me and I was hungry, so Martin and I went for a late meal instead.

I made it home about 3am and still couldn't sleep, messed around online before I realised it was 9am and I had to play a tourney at midday...

I had a quick nap and then we drove in for the $1500 6-max.

I was feeling quite good all things considered, I think when I'm tired I get grumpy which brings out my competitiveness... so even if I wasn't operating at full mental strength that could maybe be compensated for by wanting to beat my opponents even more than usual, and needing to focus on something to stay awake.

Anyhow I didn't last long enough for it to be relevant.

We started with 4500 at 25/50, I sat down and won a few pots early.

One of them I opened Q4o utg 4-handed because a nitty old guy was in the BB, it folded to him and he called.

Flop came 983 rainbow, he check-called.

Turn was a King; he led out for 300 into 800 or something... I quickly made it 900 to go, he called.

The river was a Queen, I decided there was no value this early and checked it behind - he turned over A7 and said OH MY GOD - THAT WAS LAST HAND - I THOUGHT I HAD A KING!

So I got to win the pot as well as show my Q4 and be the crazy guy at the table, which I always like.

I was opening nearly every hand (kept finding QJo, 44, etc) and then I opened AJhh on the button.

The BB seemed itching to threebet me, I really expected it and had already pre-adjusted my button opening range to compensate for it.

And he did, so I thought a while (cos flatting wasn't terrible with that hand and those stacks) but I decided that nah, his range is so wide that a four-bet is better, so I four-bet small with the intention of calling a shove.

He folded pretty quickly.

Then I opened 66 to 150, got flatted, and the SB jammed 900 over me.

I re-isoed, flatter folded and I lost to AA.

I got threebet twice and both times I had a suited connector and some other donk coldcalled the threebet, so I peeled flops both times and missed.

I was back to starting stack at this point with a crazy image, and the rest of the table were loosening up quite a bit too.

Then I opened A4hh utg, and got 3 callers including the old man in big blind.

Flop came Jh 7h 5x; old man check-raised my 375 to 1100 or so, with a 4k stack.

I shipped it in and he called with 75.

The turn peeled off a heart, and I thought YES! Finally I won a race!!

But then I noticed it was the 5 of hearts and I was drawing dead, ah right ok cool, zzz.

Next hand I had my 1000 chips or so left and utg opened to 150, utg+1 flatted, old man flatted, and I looked down at 88, obviously shipping it in.

Utg folded, before Utg+1 SNAP-shipped in his chips with a fist-pump before old man had even folded.

Utg+1 showed AK and looked shocked at my 88 like he couldn't believe I actually had live cards.

The flop came 222. Turn K.

I pretty much think the exact same thing every time I bust - 'well, that was fun...'

Went straight to the gym afterwards which was good, and came home to rest and decide whether to play the 2500 HA or play online, or neither.

I decided that I was just too tired (especially after doing weights) to play live poker until 3am or later, but that if I didn't play online I would go to sleep too early, so I played an online session.

Things were looking ok midway through but I ran super-bad late to finish 6th in the 55+R Big Antes and 10th in the turbo 40k, and I blanked out of everything else.

So my breakeven run continues.

I am feeling really uninspired about tournaments at the moment.

Cash appeals to me a lot more, especially soft deepstacked live games.

I've started fantasising about moving somewhere like Moscow or Berlin and finding a live game to round, Euros are so bad and so rich (especially live) and I've always wanted to live overseas.

It would be a new challenge too, which is a big thing for me.

I don't mind playing long live sessions either, the things that turn me off are either having to wait for hours to get an initial seat, or having to hustle and suck up to people to be allowed in the game.

The Melbourne game is probably as good as any game in the world, but I hate having to hustle to get a seat.

If I could find some kind of big 25/50 or 50/100 deep game that was relatively soft and ran often, I feel like I could have a pretty good 3-6 months playing it every night interspersed with feeling out a new city.

Those travelling grinder dudes you see at casinos playing $500 or $1000 games to make money while exploring overseas... I always imagine they're having a pretty good time.

Anyway tomorrow is a $2k donkfest, gl me.