put yourself in my shoes
imagine: you’re too tired to write a substantial entry. dispiriting days do that to you. also going to sleep at 3:30 for no better reason than because you’ve watched too many scary movies recently and are frightened to turn off the lights and be alone.
waking up and rushing off, disoriented, to tennis, only to swing vainly at every ball — in one case, even attempt to serve and manage to thwack yourself in the back with the ball — in another case, snapping unadvisably at the chill tennis instructor whose only offense was to ask you AGAIN to define for the class what a continental grip is — should teach you that this, as a plan, is flawed.
a whole day spent in philly with nothing to show for it. 3 hour long penn class merely pissed you off and the registration gaffe afterwards exacerbated it, as did having to tred carefully in your tractionless platform sandals so as not to fall in the sudden soddenness of the afternoon. thank god for your friend s. kelly who procured falafel and SATC with you to calm you down and walked you to the train.
actually you’re fine. you had a lovely weekend with your boy and his family. your hair withstood the humidity today remarkably well. so what if you don’t have a movie review this week? go to sleep; everything will be better tomorrow.