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Saturday, August 09, 2003
well well well. i am tired. got up early, went to cowell, found some obscure neighborhood parking spot for day two of the "Concord Cup" (sounds flashier than a bullshit swim meet...well, its not). a medium-sized pug named Bun (i found this out from the owner screaming in her front yard) followed me all the way to the park. mrs. carino, with a pleased expression, asked if i brought my dog to the meet. i replied that i have no clue whose dog it is as it proceeded to frantically skitter behind me while the woman screamed 3 blocks down as if she has just been castrated with a plastic fork. i broke out in a sprint and ditched the little fuck. i swam freestyle (go B division...woooot) and remember saying "oh wow, looks like ill be done by 11." hell no. i have to make finals. seated last. ass. i finally finish at 330 after getting a PB (by 2 hundredths...shut up, it counts). and thats it. my entire day. boring? no shit. oh wait...i ate another bagel. yeah. damn.
10:24 PM
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