The gross­est thing about hav­ing long fin­ger­nails is the gunk that builds under them. But the bright sound makes them oh so worth it.

I love it when a player wants to shake hands after a match. It’s the lit­tle bit of chivalry I have left in my life.

Don’t speak to me about Bulganin, Malenkov, Krushchev, talk to me about Pushkin, Lermontov, Pasternak.

ITS ONLY 10:50 AND IT’S BEEN AN AMAZINGLY PRODUCTIVE DAY THANK YOU STARBUCKS CARAMEL MACCHIATO WITH 155MG OF CAFFEINE #WEEEEEEEEEE

Both happy and dis­gusted by the fact that my nails are now so long they snag on the strings. Guess it’s time to file. http://t.co/VwRynAt

Been try­ing to think of some­thing witty to say about how show­er­ing with Irish Spring Icy Blast makes your dick feel cold, but I got nothing.

What the fuck, Toronto. http://t.co/5AgLoua

Receiving line has been going on for an hour and a half. I’m think­ing this has some­thing to do with the fact that there are 450 peo­ple here.

“Can you take a pic­ture of us before we get drunk?”

Pretty sure this is going to be the wettest, raini­est wed­ding I’ll ever do. http://t.co/h3VJ9ue

Day is half done. 36 gigs of footage taken. One sand­wich con­sumed. One time lost in Toronto. No pee breaks.

Someone just bought me an espresso mac­chi­ato. Half done and I’m already shak­ing. http://t.co/W7R14zm

If only there was some kind of large vehi­cle to take the wed­ding party to the church. But where to find one? http://t.co/c4jgmb8

It’s totally unfair that Rob’s mur­der mys­tery party is on the same day as Sarah’s wed­ding. Going to have to speak to the man­ager about this.

Also two old, flat­tened gra­nola bars from the last time I played in the recre­ational league in Ottawa. Probably four years ago.