So... today happened.
I've been so full of optimism since my surgery. I actually went to the local yesterday and it wasn't great, but couldn't put a dent in my mood. Woke up today wondering if I should go, knowing the right move is stay, before saying "meh F it" and I got nothing better to do anyways. Plus I had a feeling I was due for something awesome. Optimism and all.
Started off with a 2.5k ticket and it was never bad. Soon enough, dealt quads number 1 of the day-
Premium!
Result-
Just below expectation.
Now I step up to 50c credits which is normally what I do when I hit something big. 1st one lets me play there, and if I can hit a second one... it's going to be a massive day. Dealt quads again soon after-
I keep playing bigger, and the machine stays warm. Dealt quads number 3-
Premium again!
Result-
Above avg this time!
I played for hrs just coasting, and eventually knew I should just leave. The problem was, I was still winning and never at a good stopping point. Plus, I still had a feeling something big was about to happen. I was already up 50k for the day which is obv beautiful. I finished a cycle of 100 hands and hit the bathroom, intending to leave. Then, I thought "it's a point multiplier day (I already ground 1.5k$ in points haha). I'm running really well. If ever there's a day to keep playing it's today".
So, I decide to give it another 100 hands. After 40 hands I'm stuck 4k (so a loss rate of 100$ per hand!). I'm regretting my decision to play on, but then commit myself to finishing out the 100 hands. And then... dealt quads number 4-
There are just no words.
Everything about today just feels scripted. I literally have broken every record I had previously- biggest daily win, single biggest hit, etc. Looks like I'm paying a shtload of tax next year. For now, I'm just basking in the glory and reminding myself how I gave too much back last time- not this time casinos. I'm locking this up!