I was going to go to bed. Really, I was. Tomorrow was already going to suck very much.
Bad Self: But I'm not sleepy!
Good Self: Do it anyway! Go to bed!
Bad Self: Aww, c'mon. What's a half hour of play going to hurt? You can still get to bed early. Go give pot limit Omaha/8 a whirl or something.
Two hours later....
Bad Self: Okay, that's enough, bedtime.
Good Self: Shut up, you XXXXing XXXX XXXXX XXXX. If I win one more pot, I will have tripled up, then doubled it.
Bad Self: You have learned much, young Jedi. Bwah-hah-hah.
I don't know jack about Omaha/8, but when the deck pretty much hits you in the face, even a donkey can post a sizable win.
Must sleep now.