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Monday, August 16, 2004

 

Recently, I've seen quite a few high schoolers running to get in shape for their fall sports. Aside from the twinge of guilt that I feel when I see this, knowing that I should be out there running too, it makes me sad because I don't have a fall season to look forward to. No volleyball, no practice on concrete with high wind and sun, no sharing laughter with friends... nothing. I knew I would be feeling wistful, but I didn't know it would hurt this much. Not that I would go back to high school for anything you could offer me. Onward and upward, I say.

Less than 60 hours left now. Sigh. It would be nice if I felt any degree of preparedness. But I don't. Oh well. My life up until this point has been mostly improvisation... why stop now?

like it's the last night of the world

bananna 10:48 AM  |