i got the whine, who moved my cheese?

This is starting to sound like I am whining a lot, and trust me, I am.
I started this blog after having some reasonable success at poker, coming *this* close to Q'ing for London and only missing a couple of finales by an inch.
These last two days have been horrendous. But read:

We're late in the $8 satellite, four players remaining, first two get seats.
The blinds are beginning to hurt hat 400/800 with 75 ante, so I call 800 with 9Tc, and meet 8c 2c Td, heads up. An okay flush/straight draw with top pair! Turn comes 6h, I'm a made man (almost). Any club, any 7, and probably any T or 9 will take this home, ensuring comfy second place in chips, depending on how I can milk him.
I bet pot, which puts me all-in. The guy calls. Reveals: Ad Jc.

River..... J.
Nice, man.
I'm starting to feel like switching to Tequila after all.

Another $3 satellite, then.
I am eliminated holding AJ, flopping A7J and some other guy running the straight 7 to Jack with 9T in hand. Where the 8 hit? On the river. My outs: 4 for a full house. His: 4 for a straight. Fair enough, I guess.

I play a total of eight satellites this evening, come close to a seat four times, twice only by the width of an opponent's out on the river.