A good sunday Today was a good day. I woke up at 6 am. I didn't mean to it, but my cat, for no reason, decided to jumping, meowing and etc, so I just woke up. I did my coffee (strong and sweet), drinked, took a shower and I was ready to work. Yeah I work on sunday. I began to open poker tables, 4 in all, and the work began. I lose some pots, won some. I won a stack from a recreational and I start to thinking to myself: 'today is gonna be a good day'. In few minutes the stack I just won is lost for a recreational who got his 5% equity. Ok this is part of the work. 20 minutes later I already lost more 3 stacks. Damn! Its time to lunch. I take a break to lunch and cool off my head. I can't tilt. Get back to the tables. The game isn't running well. I just can't win. I need patience. The patience starts to pays off when I get a stack from a begginer. I get another one. I start to win some smalls pots, mediums, big ones. 1 hour later I'm breakeven. 1 hour after I'm profting 4 stacks. Ok. I think I can stop now. I did it. A good day