so i go to the pool today. and of course there is a girl's water polo game. so of course i have to swim in the sauna that passes for a dive tank. and of course it's so windy that my kickboard and pull equipment blow into the water. and of course my pull buoy is lost somewhere in the cavernous gutters, probably swept into the filtration system because the grate covering the drain is bent in and only covering half of the opening. so of course i'll probably never see that pull buoy again. i've had that thing since i started at the fresno dolphins when i was 14. bastards.
looks to be another typical sunday. rushing to finish my article on sierra madre, wasting time, lamenting the start of the week and putting off reading until two hours before class tomorrow. around 4:30 in the morning, i was up and watching about 15 minutes of a thunderstorming deluge of rain. i wanted to go up on the roof, probably subconsciously tempting the skies to strike me with lightning, but of course conquest closes the roof at 10 p.m. and of course the place is littered with security cameras. big brother. my home is more tightly guarded than san quentin.
i need a haircut, a shave and some ice for my toe, which i somehow insist on reinjuring every time it seems to be fully healed. i think i'll try to take care of at least one of those things today, along with banging out a semi-decent article (i don't want to write it too well this time around, since my final in that class is a rewrite) and finding something to eat that doesn't involve more than 5 minutes of moderate exertion. and of course, catch the latest entourage. but that's a given, right?
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