Sometimes I just hate myself.
I shouldn't have done that! I know I usually don't care, that I am vindictive, petty, scheming, but little acts make me full of dread. Somehow this time I do care. Maybe I am a bad person, yet in some way a good person for feeling guilty. Oh, wait! I've got an idea for a poem/story! Off topic. Like I said, sometimes I just hate myself.


Anyway, tennis today was pretty good. My forehands have improved, only not all of them go over the net. My serfs are pretty okay. My backhands have de-proved. Oh, well.