Just a couple of days back, I was elated when Guofeng told me my floorball stick arrived. Yes, the Floorball exco were very sweet and bought me a stick. Eternally grateful.
Since coming down with fever last week and missed training, I was looking forward to training today; a chance to relive the exhilaration playing the game and using my new stick.
After all the 'fiddling' with the stick in my room for the past couple of days, I headed down for training; and badly sprained my ankle during drills. I didn't even get to play games today; this time was a bad sprain.
What can I say. Can't even walk now. Hobbliing boy am I.
With a swollen ankle, hungry, but Louis Armstrong as company this evening, I'll try to ignore the throbbing and try write my essay. Can you imagine that, having a brand new module in my final term at school, impeding revision.
Oh boy. Jazz, in the bittersweet blues of life, is my best bet now.
Uncle T
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