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Tuesday, June 28, 2005
rec for life
i feel physically ill. my stomach is in knots, all because of a softball game. i'm sleepy and i want to take a nap in the "nap room", but i'm too wired. i probably couldn't eat anything if i tried. to make matters worse, i'm hitting second.
je ne suis pas un athlete. duh!
*edit
-so I stopped feeling nauseous after talking to the team's coach. he wondered why i was nervous as he totally expected to lose (we played the division leaders). i still managed to suck royally on offense, stranding a couple of runners. i also had to buy a pitcher of beer afterwards because i struck out-the only one to do so. at least i wasn't horrible on defense. oh, ego, how thou art bruised.
i feel physically ill. my stomach is in knots, all because of a softball game. i'm sleepy and i want to take a nap in the "nap room", but i'm too wired. i probably couldn't eat anything if i tried. to make matters worse, i'm hitting second.
je ne suis pas un athlete. duh!
*edit
-so I stopped feeling nauseous after talking to the team's coach. he wondered why i was nervous as he totally expected to lose (we played the division leaders). i still managed to suck royally on offense, stranding a couple of runners. i also had to buy a pitcher of beer afterwards because i struck out-the only one to do so. at least i wasn't horrible on defense. oh, ego, how thou art bruised.
// posted by naomi @ 4:37 p.m. 
