Not a damn thing. Except that I've gained three pounds this week, thanks to the generous people and the eating. Choir party tonight, then it's time to stuff a sock in it. Oh, and I signed up for a non-competitive tennis league, which basically means tennis if you're really bad. I'm hoping to play my first match this week.
Sometimes it's best just not to blog. Back to the humidity.
23 May 2010
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Non-competitive sounds like a league where you see the ball coming just beyond the spot where you currently stand and you say to yourself, "If I ran over there I could strike a perfect topspin forehand down the line and win the point, but I choose to remain here and merely stab at the ball."
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