First day of high school swim team practice was today. You'd think that, after suffering through it for two seasons already, I would know that the first practice always sucks.

Always sucks.

Always.

But the little Kolth in my head was saying "Nope, this'll be fun! Truuust me." I should have remembered that this was the same little Kolth whose brilliant Spring Break idea left me without pants in eastern Canada with a crate of rubber chickens, but he's a silver-tongued devil.

Long story short (mainly because it hurts to type...or move...or exist), I am now in an immense amount of pain and I am too tired to do anything about it due to the pool being over 90 degrees Fahrenheit. No joke. They measured it.

So that's my excuse for being unproductive and not writing anything tonight.

Ow.

- Kolth