Mm. It feels good to finally get a good game of basketball though my constitution has sort of deproved. Can't run as much, can't jump as much, and my shot accuracy seems to have wholly left me. I think I need more form practice. =/
Ahhh tomorrow's the day where I can hardcore somemore basketball. Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays from now on shall become my basketball days. Rawr. Cos I don't really run a lot it becomes more fat burning than anything. Good stuff.
He sits around at home. Immersed in a couple of thriller stories, he spends the day reading and trying not to think of her. And yet, it happens. He is slowly, day by day growing accustomed to feeling this way. Lonely. Stupidly immature.