Well, I tried to play a little poker yesterday after feasting on a major meal at the in-laws. Big mistake. Maybe it was the tryptophan in the turkey. Or just the sheer amount of blood normally in my head, servicing the brain, that was instead diverted to stomach/digestion duties. Or maybe I just plain sucked. In any any case, I dropped four buy-ins at $50NL before pulling the plug. Ugh.
Doing a post-mortem this Friday morning leads me to believe I was (a) card dead; and (b) relying on my cards to win. Deadly combination. Cards don't matter, right? Especially when they don't. Ugh ugh.