meh

i've been bored with blogging lately. with blogging and the reading of blogs. i know i still have to write about: zanzibar and lamu, barcelona with laura, and the plethora of things that are happening in london now. but let me tell you, procrastination is a odious habit. whereas i used to blog to procrastinate from work, now i find things to help me procrastinate from blogging. i guess it's good that one of these things is job searching.

there is a curse upon the herd girls. we come down with niggling, weird, stupid injuries that prevent us from playing for days, weeks, months. rowan has a lingering pulled hamstring that has hamstrung her for all of mixed season, and is threatening to take her out of women's as well. gainey is mostly healthy, but missed practice due to a mysterious case of pinkeye (she woke up with it after a huge night out, where 5 ppl ended up in her twin sized bed. whence did it come? maybe someone farted on her pillow?). jackie has a bad ankle because alex picked up fergus and dropped him on her during one drunken night. she saw him coming but was too drunk to get out of the way. alia has a bruised boob after some guy railroaded into her at mixed tour 2. no cracked ribs, but the tendons/ligaments are damaged.

if there is a hole in the field, a herd girl's ankle will roll in it. i myself have rolled the same ankle twice (neither time was bad). on top of that, i missed saturday of tour 2 with a uti induced fever. i played sunday b/c ange and rowan were both ko'd, but that knocked me out for the next week. sunday of tour 3, a boy landed on top of me, charlie horsing both my quads with his boney knees. i got up and played the rest of the day, but he claimed that my elbow in his upper quad was too painful to endure, so he sat out the rest of the tourney. that night, we went out dancing, and he was walking perfectly, limpless, whereas i had to grasp stair railings with both hands to maneuver up/down. i still can't bend my right leg all the way. and i picked up an annoying, snotty cold after practice tuesday. so now, between the duct taped quad, the ankle wrappings, and the toilet paper, i'm beginning to feel a bit mummyish. none of the things are bad enough to sideline me (knock on wood), but all three together are ANNOYING to play thru. oh, and i also have bilharzia, a tropical parasite picked up courtesy of lake victoria. i've taken a course of drugs for it, but it will stay in my blood stream for years apparently. it's not serious, but i think it makes me lethargic.