Half crazy girls and funky white doves.

On wednesday i woke up at 8:30 as on the other training days. I think it's simply sick and foul that i have to wake up early in the morning in summer, take a cold shower, drag myself to the bus stop, then ride for 30 mins, then get on a goddamned trolley and reach the tennis courts. Meanwhile at the trolley stop i took a small nap to catch up on my sleep. Only the fact that some old friends had also appeared to the courts that day cheered me up. I'm sad to say the training was well fucked that day, not only did i play like i was born yesterday, i played with this girl named Jennifer whose patience has limits. Respect to her for only whining twice that day. When i look back at it all, it probably wasnt the sleep that made me play like a 2 year old, it was probably her. I just get nervous every time i play her cause i know whatever i do wrong will be used against me in court! Anyway blah blah got soaked by rain stuff like that, couldn't care less, moving on.

After training i waited for some time because i had time. Now normally im used to taking the "special" cab home from the courts but the second way would be to ride back to central town and take a bus. Of course i never do that, but after training, when i was waiting crazy girl nr.2 came over. She normally takes the same bus that i get home with from central town, so she wanted me to go with that bus. Well sure i said "okay, why not" but deep in my evil mind i never actually planned to go there! But then she just waited with me in the hall and followed me so i had to go back to central, isnt that great. Anyway i normally thought of her as just some girl from tennis, well stuff changes. I seriously think she's just some mentally troubled girl from tennis now. Maybe it's because she always says what she thinks and what she thinks is simply looney. Okay she's not that bad but i do admit she scared me a bit. While waiting with her @ the bus stop in central i noticed some funky white doves. I liked those funky doves. I tried to catch one but it flew away. Bastard, still a funky bastard though.

Weird enough today(thursday) i had to wake up for another early morning training! Just got home. Going to town was a bit uncomfortable this time mainly because i had 3000 cash in my wallet. Why? Because i'm going to the Czech Republic on Sunday and i just got the money for it yesterday, so i'm carrying it in my wallet. Seriously all i thought about was: is the wallet still there? Happily home now, the wallet is safe in it's bed! It feels good to be back home except for the fact that the senile old coot of a cleaner is here. She's a woman in her 50-s or something who is supposed to be the cleaner of our house. Not a maid or anything fancy like that, just a cleaner. She seriously gets on my nerves so bad. With her fricken carrot voice. Doesn't know how to handle animals either, always shouting at our dogs, poor dogs. Although the worst part of her is that she cant shut the fuck up. Seriously, we pay her 2 times more than we should and she comes here for like 8 hours every week(one day) and spends 5 of it talking or drinking coffee. Even my grandpa dislikes her, and that says a lot!

Maybe i'll somehow manage to take a picture of her but in the meanwhile here's the cat that ran in my yard a few nights ago.

Due to the fact that the picture was taken in the middle of the night, you can only see the eyes, or well the 2 dots.