OK... 45 metres left. Still in last place. Come on, feet! Please, not last! My friends are already laughing!
YES! Poor sucker in lane 4 fell flat on his face... Seventh place.
20 metres left. Oh crap! You're kidding me. The guy got up; he's sprinting past me! My friends are rolling with laughter. Last place.
Shoulda stuck to swimming.
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Ruptured membranes
Today I saw those eyes. Hauntingly staring at me. They brought tears to mine. I tried to look away but I just couldn't. My heart raced, my instincts said "RUN"! But I didn't. I screeeeeaaaammmmed and uttered not a sound. Pain swelled like the tide, but there was no ebb ebb ebb of relief.
I paid my taxes and left.
I paid my taxes and left.
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