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Back in the game
2004-09-09 10:54 p.m.
When I got home, I started my mound of homework, then was interrupted by a cryptic message from Chris asking me to turn on my cellphone. Turns out he was stuck in traffic on the way back home and was bored so he got Jeremy to relay messages to me. The sentence structure was sorta weird because it was Jermey typing instead of Chris, so I got confused. Anyway, eventually I told him to call me on my phone, so we yakked for a while and decided to meet up for tea later at Panama if I got all my work done. I did. And I just got back from the "Panama-outing". It really re-energized me. It's so nice to get away from school and homework and my worries for a while and just sit and talk. (wow that was a lot of "and's". Chris was really tired. He's been up for almost 24 hours... because he felt like it...that's the quick explanation anyway. He was supposed to drive back here tomorrow, but decided to get all his work done through the night. So now he's back a day early. I've discovered that a tired Chris is a hyper Chris. He kept randomly quoting things and laughing hysterically. I was in a similiar mood, which ended up with the two of us rolling around laughing crazily and probably scaring the passersby. At one point a lady from Panama came out and gave us free pastries. That was nice. We decided we must look like good people who deserve to be given food ("Please ma'am we'd like sumore"). Anyway I took a scone but we didn't have any milk, so I ended up stealing Chris' croissant and finishing it off. I'm nice like that. Chris kept demanding milk in a creepy, croaky golum-type voice. My stomach hurt. I like laughing until my stomach hurts; it's very satisfying. Anyway, it was a great time and made me feel a lot better about tomorrow and the work-load I currently have. I love that moment when I serve the ball and for a second I'm looking straight into the blue. Slight wispy clouds. Whirling birds. For that second it's so peaceful. Slow-motion as I throw the ball up and it's suspended for an instant with the sunlight piercing the yellow. Then that resounding "plunk" as it's spun across the court. Back into time, the tiredness and the frustration. For one second I was completely safe and content. Then hit, spiralling, back into the game.
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