Well, well, well…the excitement is palpable.

Can you feel it? No? Hmmm. Guess that I’m not the only who’s not charged up by this sorry little blog in the last few weeks.

I think I continue to play better and over the last week have won another $12 turbo 180-man SNG on Stars, had a deep run (12th) in the morning $14K Guarantee on FTP, final tabled a $5K Guarantee 6-max MTT on Stars (yes, an actual final table for ME on Stars) for $720 and busted Scott Fischman out of the 50/50. Yay me. I’ll spare you the ubiquitous bad beat stories and just be happy with my t-shirt (provided that it ever comes, unlike the shirt I already should have after busting Karina Jett a few months ago).

The final table on Stars did save the night, which started with me getting out of the gates faster than I ever have in the FTP $35K Guarantee. Just a few hands into the game I hit one of those rare dream situations where I woke up with AA and found myself as a 30-1 favorite all-in, pre flop against two opponents with AKo. No miracle board for them and I tripled up and vaulted into the chip lead with something like 1,200 runners still alive. A few hands later I ran into some nabob who for some reason felt that J8 was good on an 8xx board facing a preflop raiser and was happy to call near pot-sized bets down all the way to pay off my QQ. That padded my nascent lead and I held on in the top five for quite a while, before a series of misadventures had me heading for the rail with nothing to show for my early success.

In the life beat category, my car is having $1,250 worth of cosmetic body repair work done thanks to my idiot neighbor managing to back into the side of it while it was parked in my driveway. It takes a diagram to fully explain how that is possible and I’m not patient enough with MS Paint to make one to post here. The biggest beat of all may be that I get to spend this week tooling around town in a sexy, bright red Chevy Cobalt.

I also appear to be over a nifty bout of benign paroxysmal positional vertigo that was oh so enjoyable for about a week. There’s nothing quite like getting full blown room spins from just rolling over in bed or reaching back to wipe your ass on the toilet. It’s been over a week since the last real spins, so hopefully my upcoming flight to Florida for Spring Break won’t become an epic disaster by triggering a relapse. I do have some Antivert that I plan to take in advance of the flight just in case.

And if the plane doesn’t trigger anything, perhaps I can set off a spell by swimming with the dolphins at Discovery Cove or on a roller coaster at Busch Gardens Tampa. It’s always nice to have something to dread when thinking about your upcoming vacation, so I’ve got that going for me.

Perhaps I can blame the Fastidijituity post on some kind of pre-vertigo dementia? Or not.