Busto

Nearly any other day of the year I would love nothing more than to come home and read heartfelt comments of encouragement on my blog, but tonight is an exception. I just busted out of the main event and feel like poop. I guess I just wanted it too much or tried too hard or just don't have what it takes, but it was a very forgetful effort. I feel like I continually let my friends, family and self down. I want to make it to a televised final table so badly. The dream of coming home with a million is dead. I hate my job.