I Got So Many Reasons

Aah, fuck. It's 5 past 5, and I needed to be somewhere like two hours ago. What's going on with me? Why can't I get to where I want to be in the afternoon? Why can't I get to where I want to be in the morning too, while I'm at it? This has happened two weeks in a row now. I thought that I could put last week down to being hung over. This week? No excuse. I'm just lame. It's pissing me off.

The place that I was meant to be at a couple of hours ago is just around the corner, I think. I know that it's in the same suburb. There's a ping pong tournament going on. I'm not the world's greatest ping pong player, but I can hit the ball sometimes. There's also going to be drinking and a barbecue, and I'm pretty good at those. Sometimes I lose track of the ball though.

What has my weekend consisted of so far? Last night I went to Ballymore for the first of what would be 3 games of rugby at which I would be a spectator. Last night it was Brothers versus Easts, and seeing as I played for Easts in my youth, I was kind of bummed when they lost. Although I knew a guy on the Brothers team, and didn't like one of the Easts players, so maybe that kind of evens that out. I dunno. The rest of the night consisted of eating boogers and ice cream. The boogers weren't as green as they have been in the past, but they were still tasty.

This morning I got up before the sun and took Ria to work. After that I came home and did a whole heap of nothing for two hours before it was time for me to leave again to head over to Nudgee College where I was to spectate the second game of rugby for the weekend. This time it was the Under 13 Brisbane Central team. They were playing some team from up North, and they won convincingly. I'm still not sure what I was doing out at this game. A husband of one the lady's at work was the manager for the team, but I don't know how I got roped into watching them play. I don't mind, it just seems strange, even now. I knew one of the boys on the Brisbane Central team, and he played well, although he had a corked thigh for the last little bit.

After the rugby I headed into town where I was searching for a pair of goggles to take away with me. I think that I ended up with a pair of Smith Phenoms or something like that. It was pretty stupid actually. The dude wasn't too interested in selling them to me, and I didn't really care which ones I got, so I don't know how the transaction was made. Anyways.

After that I went up to Borders and bought some books. I don't know if they count as light reading, because they aren't very thick books, but I don't think that they are going to be light hearted. Maybe they will. Who knows?

After that I headed back to Easts Rugby to watch Richard play. Sitting there watching the team warm up, and then when they headed out onto the pitch, it certainly brought back alot of memories. I would be lying if I said that I didn't momentarily consider a return to the game. It would certainly be a fun. It's good to have a hobby. I just don't think that I would last though, I reckon that I would get snapped pretty quickly, and I've had enough of hobbling around to last me a life time. But watching the boys out there today, it was exciting. The real camraderie of the team mates. The enemy. The contact. It would certainly help wake you of the drudgery that can be a 9 to 5 existence. Richard even won in the end!

After the game I bought some Red Rooster, then I came home. I should have done a couple of loads of washing, but instead I started reading some Bukowski and then I fell asleep. I gotta get out of here. I gotta go to this tournament. I gotta start living and stop sleeping. These Nanna naps are killing me.