Swings
“Some players, pros, even, won’t play no-limit. They can’t handle the swings.”
It’s amazing to me how much life goes up and down. I came home from work tonight feeling pretty gloomy. I have been told to leave four tasks unfinished since I started three weeks ago. I just get going, start untying the knotted code, start cranking out lines, and then I get reassigned to something else.
I stood on the U-Bahn platform, cold and morose. I got the train to my stop and walked up the street. I found a shop and bought ingredients for supper. By the time I had gone around the Turkish supermarket and picked out my vegetables, olive oil, cheese, lasagne sheets, butter and flour, I felt happy, and sauntered back to the apartment like on a summer’s day.