steelers won...yaaaawn. sorry, not a steelers or seahawks fan. and i never really got into the game.
the girls had a waterpolo game at the pool today, so the 50m pool was closed and i had to swim in the dive tank. i don't know if it's due to the wimpy divers who can't stand cold water or the older folks who always use that pool, but the water was jacuzzi-like. tepid or lukewarm would be generous at best. in that situation, i always lose every ounce of energy i jumped into the pool with after the first 300 yards. at least the girls beat csub. woohoo.
once again, i should be working on french homework or my new writing assignment, an exploration into what degree the selected readings present a critique of the american dream, but instead i'm thinking about playing scales on my guitar. i have to add here that i recently discovered i'm not a big fan of 3/4 time. not my strong suit as of yet.
well, back to the grind. here's another guess the author/book:
"he gets dressed to the music, sometimes dancing with himself in the mirror: will you go out with me? he puts on too much too expensive cologne so he can stink of a different kind of alcohol."
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