Greetings Blog Citizens.
It's been a particularly trying week for Yours Truly. Up every morning at 5.00am to earn an honest crust, six days running. So what do I then decide to do with my Sunday morning? Play Squash (U.S. readers: Racquet-ball) is what. I've taken to doing this recently. I figure it gets me past that 'I'm up and dressed - what more do you want?' stage.
Most weeks this activity has been a positive addition to my day of rest ... even last week I got a few games in before the onset of the Arsequake. (See previous post).
Today however, I maybe should have reverted to the vegging-on-the-settee-with-the-papers option of old. I floundered around that court like Cartman on tranquilisers. For much of the time it was all I could do to hold the racquet.
Remember that CBGB's t-shirt I mentioned a couple of posts back? In the changing-room before playing, I was dismayed to find that I'd accidentally packed that particular garment instead of my Sonic Power-Vest, a secret sartorial aid to intense power-play. (Both items are black and I packed in a hurry, alright?).
Suffice it to say, anyone who can recall Philip Seymour Hoffman's sexually confused boom-operator in Boogie Nights will have an idea of how I looked in there today.
The wierdest part is that I actually won two games out of three.
Anyhoo, back at Chez Sonique now. Defaulting to Veg-Option...