...to another Prelude

Maybe projects are overrated after all...or maybe showing your cards is worse than stacking the deck...or maybe "it all comes down to money...again." Or maybe not. Maybe you've said maybe one too many times. Maybe you just thought ducks walked that way. It's bad luck dude. Calm down, it was just your turn to have it.

But what happens when there's a glitch in the game, and every time the buzzer goes off it's your turn again? Somehow everyone around you simultaneously has a full house but you have to go "all in"...again. You were just on the verge of leaving the room but you managed to win one more round that kept you in...again. Once again, you can't see or even hold onto your own chips...because someone else is calling your move before you can open your mouth. Just because you're at the top of your game doesn't mean you get to skip your turn...because it's your turn again. It's always your turn, my friend. Even your slick sleight of hand can't fix that problem. But if there's any consolation, everything happens for a reason. That, my friend, would be some luck you could live with, huh?

And you thought timing was the problem. Well, yeah. But perhaps you should start with using the right pronouns...and then leave everyone else the hell alone. Yeah, but then no one would have anything to drink would they? Speaking of, you forgot to call maintenance (which, of course, would explain why the beer's not so good...eh, just as well - hot chocolate's all that's hit the spot lately). There's always tomorrow...wait, we don't even have a phone here do we? What's wrong with this place? Someone turn on the lights and wake up the DJ because I've got a business to run. By the way, with what I've got, I'm all in...no worries though, my poker face is so sly you'll still think I'm in the game...and, for some reason, you'll be right...again.