three a.m.

Nieces?  Pieces?  Jesus? Cheeses?  Precipices?  auto-kinesis?  Belize’s?  Pericles wheezes?  key-lime pie pleases (as do ocean breezes)?

So I’ve recently started playing basketball with other English grad students, who are surprisingly competitive.  It doesn’t help that I’m five eight and I can jump like two inches.  But like all little guys, I know some dirty moves.  Anyways, tonight’s games were capped off with a surprisingly close game in which Anna and I took on three guys who were all over six foot tall and only lost 8-11.  The reward for my labors is this monster blister on my big toe:  That’s real.  Cause I ball.  But my foot isn’t really that yellow.  I hope.