August 1st, 2002

frazzled max


played tennis with wooble. am in dismal shape despite recent high-altitude training. singles is much more strenuous than doubles, though less confusing, and the evening sun burns like seven thousand hells.

serve has improved dramatically, in consistency if not quality. won first set 6-3 or 6-4, i think. felt scorching claws of fiery death upon me. took 2-0 lead in second set, before we were evicted by snotty citipark yuppies. spent last seven calories on token 2-second burst of indignation, then retired. would surely have been defeated, if not hospitalized, had play continued. must play basketball this weekend, or next outing will hurt no less.

feeling melodramatic today.
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