How to Not Play Tennis.

Today, I woke up at 2 p.m.
I did my usual daily on-line routine. That is, to check facebook, subscriptions in youtube and so on. Typical bored teenager stuff.

What I failed to remember was I had freaking tennis class at 4. By the time I realized it, it was already 3 30. To make matters worse, I noticed that I haven't eaten anything yet. JUST GREAT. I thought I could pull it through up until the end of the class. Damn was I wrong.

I felt like I was going to faint just after the first set. I was hyperventilating aggressively but It doesn't mean my performance was affected though.
I still suck, just as usual. I was beaten by a 12 year old.. again. It does wonders for my EGO.

After all was swung and smashed, I decided to finally have my breakfast-dinner for the day. Went to McDonalds and grabbed a McArabia. A burger-type thing that tastes like soup. Hmmm YUM. I was devouring my food happily, when I saw this plump Arab man sleeping at the table in front of me. No he wasn't a vagrant but he did look real wasted and creepy.

I thought to myself, how classy can this guy be. I only wish to sleep in a restaurant as carefree as he did. In my mind, I LOLed. Because though I always lose to a kid in tennis, I'm not the only loser around. I got Mr. I-sleep-at-fastfood-chains to make me feel like a winner.

He made my day. I went home a cool guy :)

Till then. I have to shower now, I smell very Russian.
Pee-you!