Bad Luck

The past few days have been shitty to say the least. First it was the stomach flu/food poisoning on saturday which consequently prevented me from running the marathon on sunday. A short summary was that a registration fee, money spent on gear and 2hours in a farcially handled que amounted to nought.

And just when i though i had found respite from the poor luck, i got my tennis racquet cracked today. Okay that was partly my doing having thrown it in the first place but i've done in on countless occassions without my preciously fined tuned babolat suffering anything more than cosmetic damange, but today it got messed up real bad. The tensioning in the strings is off and my dad reckons it'll probably hold up for person another round of tennis before it breaks cleanly! Friday is going to be hunting for a new racquet. Preferably it's going to be the exact same one. Wonder whether it'll feel the same once i have it fitted like the one that i have.

I lasted really well during tennis today. Better than beks did at least. The sun was near scorching in the last hour or so. But beside the crocked racquet it was good. So i get home thinking i had ridden myself of the bad luck which seems to be hanging over me. But alas i was wrong. I proceeded to ram my shin into the corner of the coffee table while getting up from the sofa and now i have a angry bruise to go with the stud marks which some asshole at the futsal court implanted into my shin.

Hmm dinner at suntec tommorrow. Probably going to neglect the main course and pig on desserts instead. Life is total and utter laze now.