My legs ache. My arms ache. My head aches. My butt aches. Last night, I went to play squash with some of the guys from work. The youngest among them was 36. And yet I got my ass whooped. These guys were deceptive. Old but they had skill. Arghh. I was running around like a spinning top and never stopped out of personal pride. Somehow I lasted through 11 games in3 hours. Almost died. And dreaded the 500 metre walk to my car. Arghh. Now they tell me they want to play every week to train for the interbank games in September. Hmph. Feel like a punching bag, everything hurts.

After thinking it over, I think I might just go to some orphanages and pick up some kids for the weekend. Then I can bring them out, buy them some stuff, spend quality time. It is like being a dad but divorced, therefore just having a kid on the weekends. The cool thing is you are helping out society and at the same time, satisfy your parental urges. I might try that in a year or two.

I have been studying since Thursday for the ITSA right, and I have discovered that my studying habits are still the same. Study while watching movies on the computer. And also until the early hours of the morning. Some things just cannot change.

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