June 1st, 2003

frazzled max

madness

am insane. much like squirrels. spent the day needlessly adding to the level of entropy in the universe. woke up at the crack of dawn (9) to throw frisbees. or rather, to barrel around and fall on my ass while others threw frisbees around me. need cleats. returning home at 1:30, was shocked to learn our tennis date had been moved from 3 PM to 2 PM (bastards.) Played tennis poorly at first, am distressed that i didn't play well enough to give dana or george the satisfying experience of crushing mav. but after that, geoff and i used our staggering mental toughness to continue our total domination of mav and steph, 7-5 2-6 6-4.

am musician, not athlete. am out of mind thinking can play sports for six hours in a single day. am strangely allergic to appropriate personal pronouns. grammar suffers. am hungry. am tired.
but new racket packs nice punch.