Ohhhhh, we’re movin’ in the wrong direction kids. This is not good. The good news – the ONLY good news is that we’re breathing. Barely, but we’re breathing. Basically for the last two hours I’ve folde 93 (or some variation thereof). The odd time I looked at something nominal like TK which by this time looked like a monster to me, I somehow resisted the urge, which may or may not have been a good thing and we’ll never know. Bottom line I’m on life support moving into round 5 down to about 3500 chips with the average stack hovering around 14000. I think there’s about 170 left and I’m probably not cracking the top 165 right now. “Chip and a chair” though right?

I wish I could report something exciting. Oh, well at dinner I did manage to set my table on fire. Uh-huh. The drill is you get a buffet dinner (assuming you make it this far) so I grab my crappy pasta and cold baby shrimp and some kind potatoes and some rice (can anybody think of a starch I might have missed in this meal) and I grab a table by myself because – you know me – I haven’t said a word (out loud) to anybody since Monday, and I realize that the cap on my diet Coke isn’t a twist off because I guess they don’t do that here in the third world, so I get up and go open my bottle and when I come back my table, well two linen napkins anyway, are up in flames from the candle centrepiece. There’s a guy at the next table and he says something like “Ho elbat no erif zignigglebatten the atcheshay!” and points to the flames. So I calmly throw the flaming napkins on the floor and I stamp on them til it’s out… and nobody – except this Danish loaf who just SAT there – is any the wiser. Of course the busboy will have some ‘splainin to do.

And then I ran upstairs so I could write this. I think I still smell a little smoky mind you.

Anyway blinds are going up and I’m going to have to make a move soon. Here’s hoping it won’t be my last.