Monday, Jul. 22, 2002 - 2:56 p.m.
My legs are a little sore. Yesterday afternoon I ran into a pair of friends on the F train, and a couple hours later, I'm playing street hockey with them. I think I'm joining their league. Several hours and two bars later, I found myself at home, eating my first proper meal in about 24 hours. I was ranting and raving about something or other to my roommate. The worst part was that I was fully aware that I was probably making absolutely no sense.
Sore. And sweaty.