HAROLD DEF JISM 3-6 6-0 6-1 5-7 6-4 (183)

Lets do this in chronological order.

so im tired rite. its 10pm. i was thinkin of going to sleep, but my sister just made me pay for dinner (even though id already had dinner) so i decided to eat whats mine.

So we cooked the garlic bread, baby chat potatoes and spinach Agnolotti with a cream of bacon and mushroom sauce.

Then i was tired - but i had bio, but all my notes were left in the car... which my parents took.. who weren't home.... SO i stayed up till the wee early morning hours to wait. and wait..

4 hours later i wake up. I have some left over garlic bread for breakfast, i take my red eye and get a lift. Its bio - That damn "describe" question. damm all the questions. It was way too hard. I knew something was wrong as i was doing the research - "it can't be that easy can it." i was right. Everyone walking out saying "yayyy that was easy" but oh no... it was a freaking "describe" question.

For those of you who din't stay up last night looking up the implications of getting a "describe" question, it means that they want you to do everything. But they won't tell you what they're checking. In fact it means write down everything you know, and just pray that you've got something they want- Its like being robbed by the KKK.

Gloria lost two of my balls.. which havn't been used yet... Then we went taking photos. At the cricketnets. At our place. In the toilets. And of various people/couples. Then people made bets on harold and my game to take place in the afternoon. I lost. I had no shoes. In the second set i was forced to take my shoes off and play barefooted because the shoes gave me blisters... even though i had socks.. Without socks.. in next to no time, my feet hurt. then thats when i started losing like hell stupid shoes. stupid pain. If only i had shoes - then i wouldn't scream every time my feet hit the ground.

ANYWAY. i'll speed up. since its too long already. i drank about 3L of water today, i got offered drugs twice.. and i still got lots of energy, but my feet hurt.

FUNNY THING IS. today in the game, i didn't break a single bead of sweat.

USUALLY. i sit in pools of my sweat even an hour after a game.

TODAY. i sweated none. even in winter i sweat.

I DON"T KNOW. if it was because harry was crap. or i was so good that i dind't need to sweat. or some freak nature coincidence.