Seriously?

Ah, it's just one of those days, that I have to admit to myself.

I can't play with a tension-24 racket. Yes, moving from playing at the streetcorner to hard core took me about two years. It took that long time to realize that I could well, try to be good at it, even though I'm not just there yet. I know now that I can try. It's more than fun actually, it's that competitive drive, that "I want to outsmash that *toot toot*)

I didn't realize how much a racket can change the game, I mean, I've been pushing my arm so far out for the longest time but it's not as strong as I want it to be. And now with a newly strung racket, I suddenly feel like I have muscles, long overdue eh?

I've not been able to write anything lately because my free time has been aptly filled with bettering myb Plants and Zombies skills. Tons of topics everywhere, but I simply cam't string them together dramatically enough to be worthwhile read, so I'd just end up playing my game and well, cruising along.

Why is it always easier to not make sense then making sense?