One of those nights

When I just shouldn't have sat down at the virtual felt. Or, at the very least, should have had the good sense to stand up again long before I did. Despite the date, or perhaps because of it, there was certainly no love for me at the tables. What went wrong? In no particular order:

• There were monsters under the bed
• Tilting at windmills
• Pausing for an occasional tasty snack of thistles

'Nuff said.