Geek...

I am so sore it's not even funny...I can't even walk straight. I feel like a moron. I love raquetball, but this soreness is no good!I can't believe Chris lost his wallet. Where the heck did it go to? Did it just grow legs, jump out of his pocket, and walk away on its own? I really hope he finds it 'cause it's gonna suck when he has to go get all these cards and stuff he has redone. New school ID, driver's license, library card...and so on. He lost some perfectly good pretzel and Gloria Jean punch cards and not to mention a great Old Navy gift card! The horror! And to top it all off, some crazy person out there is running around with a twenty dollar bill in his hand and a picture of three year old Mike and two pictures of me. Eew. AND a poem I wrote Chris. This sucks. I hope Ms. Alverez or Noble has it. Geez.Why do I always get sick after lunch? It never fails. Everyday. And why am I in a ranting mood all of a sudden?I want to get this day over with already and hopefully get on the court. "I try to get away and they pull me back in."