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He did it. The bastard did it. He changed his t-shirt right in front of me. That's just not fair.
The question is, what *is* it? The 21st century equivalent of a gorilla thumping his chest or the physical expression of "she's uninteresting/uninterested, so it doesn't matter?" Questions, questions... He may have taken away the mystery, but it's kinda nice to know what's under those clothes. Well, most of it. Not bad, not bad at all. Smooth and almost hairless, no sixpack, but no pot belly either. *drools*
The OUCH is in my lower back -- nothing serious, just the muscles, which are sore from 4 hrs tennis yesterday, especially from taking all those serves. Managed to return one of Mr H's correctly, and to at least not duck and run from the rest of them, although I thought they'd rip off my hand.
Valentina was great, and I'm very happy about that, because not only do both Mr H and Pinar intend to play with her occasionally, but they might recommend her, which is good. And she showed Mr H what's what, which filled me with silent glee.
My serves are getting better. Neither powerful nor elegant, but double mistakes are becoming increasingly rare, i.e. at least the second one is in.
Fun moment during second double with the two Germans and the Hungarian: Carsten, one of the Germans, fired a ball my partner (Hungarian) could/should have returned, but it went right towards my face with such deadly speed that I had no other choice but to sit down very quickly. He apologized profusely, and then we all laughed, because that must've looked incredibly funny -- pity the moment wasn't recorded for posterity.
All in all it was a good day with lovely weather and decidedly less frustration than last time I played with Mr H. And I think I got to see him at his worst -- unshaved, tired, eyes swollen. I remarked on the unshavedness after the hello-kiss-on-the-cheek, and he said he'd renounced shaving and hair-brushing so as not to be late. So I sweetly retorted that I'd felt the scratchiness but re. hair there really wasn't much difference. Preemptive retaliation for the t-shirt stunt, I'd say.
Must get going now, or I'll be late.
Might spam the f-list with more later.
ETA: spam not necessary, I'll just continue.
Lower back much better now, due to hot shower and very careful movements + stretching. I'm rather glad about my strong abs, which help a lot when the back is not quite right.
Oh, and of course I had a lousy night. God, how I hate it when Mondays start like this. I fell asleep around 11 p.m., woke up at 2 a.m., and that was it. Watched How I Met Your Mother, season 2, from 2 to 4, got a bit of sleep between 4 and 5.30. Feeling rather wrung-out.
I'm wondering whether this might have anything to do with doing lots of sports. Not that exercise in and of itself is bad (on the contrary), but maybe copious sweating lowers the level of something I'd need to sleep well. I think I'll ask this truly brilliant Austrian sports doctor, whose webpage Stefan gave me, and who obviously answers questions via email, unless of course he would have to see the person first.
And finally I just have to say how much I love How I Met Your Mother, especially Barney. "When I'm sad, I just stop being sad and be awesome." If I can't sleep, the show at least makes the sleeplessness a little enjoyable.
Have a good start into the week, all of you!
The question is, what *is* it? The 21st century equivalent of a gorilla thumping his chest or the physical expression of "she's uninteresting/uninterested, so it doesn't matter?" Questions, questions... He may have taken away the mystery, but it's kinda nice to know what's under those clothes. Well, most of it. Not bad, not bad at all. Smooth and almost hairless, no sixpack, but no pot belly either. *drools*
The OUCH is in my lower back -- nothing serious, just the muscles, which are sore from 4 hrs tennis yesterday, especially from taking all those serves. Managed to return one of Mr H's correctly, and to at least not duck and run from the rest of them, although I thought they'd rip off my hand.
Valentina was great, and I'm very happy about that, because not only do both Mr H and Pinar intend to play with her occasionally, but they might recommend her, which is good. And she showed Mr H what's what, which filled me with silent glee.
My serves are getting better. Neither powerful nor elegant, but double mistakes are becoming increasingly rare, i.e. at least the second one is in.
Fun moment during second double with the two Germans and the Hungarian: Carsten, one of the Germans, fired a ball my partner (Hungarian) could/should have returned, but it went right towards my face with such deadly speed that I had no other choice but to sit down very quickly. He apologized profusely, and then we all laughed, because that must've looked incredibly funny -- pity the moment wasn't recorded for posterity.
All in all it was a good day with lovely weather and decidedly less frustration than last time I played with Mr H. And I think I got to see him at his worst -- unshaved, tired, eyes swollen. I remarked on the unshavedness after the hello-kiss-on-the-cheek, and he said he'd renounced shaving and hair-brushing so as not to be late. So I sweetly retorted that I'd felt the scratchiness but re. hair there really wasn't much difference. Preemptive retaliation for the t-shirt stunt, I'd say.
Must get going now, or I'll be late.
Might spam the f-list with more later.
ETA: spam not necessary, I'll just continue.
Lower back much better now, due to hot shower and very careful movements + stretching. I'm rather glad about my strong abs, which help a lot when the back is not quite right.
Oh, and of course I had a lousy night. God, how I hate it when Mondays start like this. I fell asleep around 11 p.m., woke up at 2 a.m., and that was it. Watched How I Met Your Mother, season 2, from 2 to 4, got a bit of sleep between 4 and 5.30. Feeling rather wrung-out.
I'm wondering whether this might have anything to do with doing lots of sports. Not that exercise in and of itself is bad (on the contrary), but maybe copious sweating lowers the level of something I'd need to sleep well. I think I'll ask this truly brilliant Austrian sports doctor, whose webpage Stefan gave me, and who obviously answers questions via email, unless of course he would have to see the person first.
And finally I just have to say how much I love How I Met Your Mother, especially Barney. "When I'm sad, I just stop being sad and be awesome." If I can't sleep, the show at least makes the sleeplessness a little enjoyable.
Have a good start into the week, all of you!
