Just don't know when to quit sometimes

Somehow I ended up at Potowatomi tonight, really don't know how that happened, I remembered some douchebag in a cobalt, then doing some scratch offs at speedway, and the next thing I knew I was in Poto. Now the one bad thing about Poto is that even when you're extremely tired they pump oxygen(i think) into the air to keep you perky, so I'm fucking wiped but I don't quite realize how bad it is.
I have a pretty sweet ability to feel out slots, and I have incredible ability when it comes to dice, 7 out of 10 times I'm able to call it. So I had twenty bucks that I won off a two dollar scratch off when my slot nose began hunting out the weak and old from the flashing ecstatic herd. Within 15 minutes I was up to 50, I'm feeling pretty good and then I saw her.

She had a golden glow about her, she flashed at me a few times flirtatiously, then I asked her name. All at once everything that my life is built upon shone upon this one beautiful golden nickel slot that cried out to the very essence of my soul and stroked my heritage that I'm so proud of(Viking not penis) as she spoke the word, "Valhalla," to me. So I slipped my ticket into the machine and one 17 times in a row walking away from my 30 minute stand with 300 dollars.

You think at this point I would've been smart enough to call it quits, but the cute roulette operator seemed be calling me, so I put 100 on red thinking that my luck would hold out. It didn't. So I walked out with 200 and only spent 2 the entire night(minus gas, drinks, cigs, qdoba). The night went from me being bored out of my mind not having anything to do, being pissed at how stoned my roommates get on an hourly basis, to feeling like a loser going to Qdoba by myself at 7pm still with no clue as to what I was doing. Followed by people flaking out left and right, to getting a magical phone call that gave me the opportunity to put some moron in his mom's car out of his misery and coming home 200 bucks richer.

Unfortunately, the magic air vents and flashing lights and adrenaline rushes of the casino are wearing off and now I'm horrified at the fact that I have to be up in four hours for a ten hour shift at the wonderful fucking airport....was it worth it? I'll see in the morning. Is my spring break off to a kick ass start? Abso-fucking-lutely!