Lousy

That word justly describes my performance tonight. That's right, it's that time of year again. Basketball in the gym. Although I'm not sure what I did tonight could be called "playing basketball. I was just downright awful and to make matters worse, my left index finger is already swelling up, making it hard to type with. I guess that shows what happens when a person hasn't played basketball for a significant amount of time for about four months. I mean, I feel like I should repent in sackloth and ashes for the offensive display I put on tonight. On the other hand, maybe all the newbies think I'm just downright awful and out of shape. Now, they'd be right about the second part and if I don't get my act together, the first part may come true.

Today was Labor Day. I labored on it. . . after sleeping in until 10:00am though! A day off so soon in the semester is not necessarily a good thing, depending on how you use it. I did get a lot of reading done and even got ahead in one class. Oh yeah, and I did extra credit for one class, too.

Has anyone ever read Ernest Hemingway? His short stories are much more involved than I remember them being in high school. I don't know how anyone can cram so much meaning (or my suspicion of meaning) into such small stories. The longest one I've read so far is only five pages long. However, I do recommend reading him. This past summer I read The Sun Also Rises and it was an enjoyable read. When I came to end of it, I realized that it was about nothing. That's right, nothing. His existential philosophy pervades his writing and the meaninglessness of life is everywhere. Of course, he did live and go through the First World War, a time in which nearly everyone's beliefs and outlooks on life changed.

Anyway, I smell like dying fish (not dead, dying) and need to go take a shower. I'm out like the A's in the ninth inning.