Not such a big man now, am I?

I entered a racquetball tournament. Double elimination, so I was guaranteed at least four games. I played four games, in which I scored enough points to win one game. I believe I was the most pathetic player in my bracket. But it was fun. There was pizza, and I won a sun visor in a raffle.

I'm a big fat sissy. Sport is not my forte. But it's not for lack of trying. Yesterday I got smacked around a soccer field for a couple of hours, too.

Endorphines are good things. Getting exercise is good, because as I found out at a physical yesterday, I am getting not only fatter but shorter. How does that happen?

But the thing is, I have to get my first chapter done, read David Harvey, Edward Casey, Edward Soja, Henri Lefebvre, and lots of other theory-type crap. By a week from Tuesday. Oh, and revise the four chapters that I have done. Maybe I can afford to sit on my ass and type for another couple weeks.