...is that when you think you've seen the best and worst that variance can bring, the game itself says, "You ain't seen nothin' yet."
Just as I ran ungodly well this summer, I'm now running ungodly bad for the last month. Won't describe the beats, of curse, but the sheer number and frequency of them is beginning to tilt me to the point that it's affecting my game.
It'll break. It always does. The problem is that I just feel... lost... right now. Whatever I try doesn't work, and posting about it isn't a barrel of monkeys, either. Thus comes the definition of "running bad".
Depressing. I always get a bit blue around the holidays, too, so this sort of fits the general mood.