Was awoken this morning by my dad. Said to get up quickly to play tennis coincidently being syd's birthday today. (Friggin cold?!) Nope, there's a dome. So me, my dad, syd, and joyce have a doubles match. Just rallying each other. I made some amazing shots. Level shots that barely eclipse the tape on the netting. I think i've vastly improved since the last time i played. or maybe i'll give credit to the supper light racket i had that made my forehand much stronger. Every chance i had i wanted to swing as hard as i could. Most shots became 'homeruns' instead of gappers. Then i tried my overhand serves. they were aweful. Somehow whenever i served, the ball would head towards joyce. hahha.. she's afraid.. very afraid of my powerserve. haha. i had so much energy in the game.. i think i'll play more tennis in the dome.

Do i smell lobsters ?

After the match, i take a shower then i head to the steam bath that my dad suggest i go. It's not like a suana but the air in there is supposed to cleanse your body from within. my reaction was 'frick so hard to breathe and it smells like lobsters in here!' i was ready to be cooked, set on the table to be served! During that time i thought about the holicaust and those concentration camps. they had no escape. i was sitting close to the door so my mind felt escape is just a hand away. Coincidently, last night watching Hotel Rwanda brought the same images. Going off topic, i remember this stupid joke that my friends find hilarious. Two muffins are in an oven. One says to the other 'it's getting hot in here'. The other muffin says 'holy sh!t a talking muffin'!