That went on for at least an hour and a half. It was SO tiring. In one of the rallies that was about thirty shots, I was fucking dying towards the end. I felt like my arm was about to break, like I had no strength to hit the stupid ball anymore, and for some reason he kept hitting to my forehand which concentrated all the torture in my right arm. A few times I tried running to the backhand, just to fail utterly because I have no footwork.
It is very sad indeed. It's even sadder that I can't even remember what shot I hit that ended one of the rallies with a winner (usually I'd end the rallies - on a stupid error).
The bright side is, the forehand is more and more consistent - which I wouldn't have believed was possible six months ago. Yay! I just changed my overgrip, which marks the second time in history I ever put the overgrip on myself, and now I have no overgrips left. This guy was supposed sell me 12 overgrips but when I met him at Clementi to pick up some stuff I bought online, he didn't bring them. And I forgot to ask. It's much cheaper buying in bulk than buying packs of 3 for $10 from Royal Sporting House. The guy said he'd sell me 12 for $25. Or something like that.
I still cannot serve though. Actually, by that I really mean I haven't attempted a serve in the longest time. The result is usually embarrassing so I've been avoiding it...which is really, really sad.
Know what else is sad? I was SO hungry after tennis last night that I ordered a regular-sized pizza at Modesto's and practically ate the whole thing. If Tong hadn't stolen a slice from under my nose (I honestly didn't even notice he took one until he'd eaten like half of it), I would've eaten the whole freaking pizza. On top of that, I also more or less ate the entire basket of bread + olive oil/vinegar/garlic. Then he ordered a panna cotta, and since it was just in front of me, I obviously had to eat it.
I am such a pig, I'm gonna grow fat one day and kill myself. Depressed max.
Tong was also utterly retarded last night. He fell for the same trick I pulled to wrestle his cigarettes from him - TWICE. Hahahahahaha! I laugh out loud just thinking about it.
Okay I'm totally not in the writing mood, so I shall post this now.