Tired and Grieving
Practice makes perfect, but nobody's perfect so why practice?
Ah, my day turned out to be really exhausting. The fact that I had a slight hangover due to last night's 'macho-mugging' didn't exactly help.
I played badminton this morning in preparation for next week's company tournament. Not that I'm good or anything but a little practice might help. Who knows? Maybe we could pull a win or two.
Then after eating a heavy lunch, we went straight to Ateneo to play basketball.
I feel really tired, my entire body feels heavy right now. Sleep is starting to kick-in.
Ah, my day turned out to be really exhausting. The fact that I had a slight hangover due to last night's 'macho-mugging' didn't exactly help.
I played badminton this morning in preparation for next week's company tournament. Not that I'm good or anything but a little practice might help. Who knows? Maybe we could pull a win or two.
Then after eating a heavy lunch, we went straight to Ateneo to play basketball.
I feel really tired, my entire body feels heavy right now. Sleep is starting to kick-in.
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I still won't sleep though. Not just yet. Not before I make an eulogy.
Two of my toenails, one in each foot, just died during the basketball game. Too bad, they weren't able to survive the pounding I've put them through. I cut my toenails earlier not knowing it would be their last. It hurts. Figuratively and literally.
Seriously though, I hate it when my toenails die. They hurt and they don't exactly look nice, do they?
Two of my toenails, one in each foot, just died during the basketball game. Too bad, they weren't able to survive the pounding I've put them through. I cut my toenails earlier not knowing it would be their last. It hurts. Figuratively and literally.
Seriously though, I hate it when my toenails die. They hurt and they don't exactly look nice, do they?
