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Today, I bummed around my house until 330, and then went to a tennis team dinner. Tennis has been a huge part of my high school life, it hasn't set in that there isn't a "next year". Although, I get to play lots of tennis this summer with my coach and Brian (a mild-mannered junior friend), because I'm working as a tennis instructor.

After the dinner, I killed an hour, and went with Liz and people to see Phoebe play flute at Mechanics Hall. She's really good, and makes a funny face when she plays. Afterwards, a guy with a serious neck problem wouldn't stop talking to Phoebe and Liz. I felt bad for him, he clearly was in perpetual discomfort. Or atleast it seemed that way. 

 

Then, I got 7/11 (that's Seven Eleven) slushies with Liz, and was disgusted by the "Double Big Gulps" they sell. It looked like it could hold 900 oz. 

Happening right now: Here is my plan. I want to lose track of time before I go to bed. I've turned the clocks in my room face down, and put a Post-It on the clock in the upper right of my computer screen. I'm going to completely cover my windows with blankets with windows, so the room has no light. I won't know when the sun is up. I WILL BE COMPLETELY UNAWARE OF THE TIME. This way, I'll sleep until I FEEL like getting up, and not feel pressured by the clock. My circadian rhythm will be perfectly on schedule.