Bad stuff in the head is like bad stuff in the tummy. Puke it all out and you'll feel better. Played a bit of hockey today and although my ankle hurt it was good to hold a stick and dribble the ball and sweat in the hot sun. It's a good break from sitting down all day and mugging, too. I'm losing my touch, gotta practice. Jan 2 is the Inter-Hall Games and the team's not ready! I'm not ready, either. Gotta train hard to make up for the injury setback. All my life I've asked to be accepted, and loved, and once again it is a case of trying too hard. So, at least for now, the world can deal with me on my terms. I don't think they're too unreasonable.
