I took the day off yesterday given my final table run at the Venetian. But my insomnia sinks it’s claws in me, tearing away all night. I get up late, frazzled, left with an abbreviation of my typical morning routine. Traffic is backed up on Las Vegas Boulevard, I need to be at my Main Event Day 2 table in three minutes. I ask my Uber driver to pull over. He cuts through some parking lots and I jog through Bally’s to get to the convention center.