Damn.

Well, I like poker for 3 days and I get reminded why I hated it.

I've really been playing well. Being aggresive in spots, making laydowns, trapping....I've put together some stuff without getting myself stuck in bad situations.

Tonight, was the night of the donks. I got in 3 big hands in dominating situation and lost all 3.

Playing $1/2

Hand 1: Short stack ($30) makes it $7 from MP. I've got TT in the BB and put him all in. He calls with 99 and flops a 9.

Hand 2: (this one really got me going): UTG is an LAG donk and makes it $5, I've got AK off in MP2 and pop it to $20, he calls. Flop is all clubs, but rags (I have no club). I make a cbet of $30, he calls. Turn is a fucking 8 clubs. He checks. I bet out repping a big club, he pops it and shows Ac 9d. The fucker called OOP with A fucking 9 off. I probably should have backed off, but I took a shot I could pull off the bluffing the A....he just happened to have the one fucking card I was representing.

Hand 3 (the capper): I get AA in the SB. MP raises, I reraise, he reraises, I bait him with a min-reraise, he pushes, I call. AA vs Jc J. FOUR FUCKING CLUBS HIT THE FLOP/TURN/RIVER and I immediately quit before I throw the computer through the window.

I really can't figure it out. I know I can play this damn game, but I sure can't see any results. Even some of the iffy hands I lost with last month weren't totally horrible, but tonight was flat out stupid.

I'm playing a live tourney tomorrow night....maybe. I am just fucking ill right now.