Another exhausting day. It feels good to be tired again, to feel like my eyes are made of lead when I lie down. Most of the summer was staying at home, barely moving, feeling restless.

Aaron and I went to the Unicentre to do some table tennis, and some cocky prick was mouthing off (rather loudly) to his friends about how he so easily beat them all twice. When Aaron heard enough he suggested a partner swap, just so I’d shut him up. I managed to beat the guy 21–3 (pre-2001 ITTF rules) and he promptly had to go.

I cracked and bought F-Zero GX and seasons one and two of Mr. Show on DVD. I must be crazy depressed.

A Halloween party is looming on the horizon, and Aaron and I are looking for costume ideas. If we can find enough good uniforms, we’ll be going as Super Troopers, hopefully with the both of us along with Trolley, Wheaties, and Nick. Other ideas were going as Bob and David, or as a white guy and a Chinese guy.

Speaking of Super Troopers, while Nick was swapping his burner at Future Shop with Stacey, Aaron and I went around the store pulling off the repeater, seeing how long we could go before the salesmen figured it out or got pissed off. We ended up being the ones pissed off though, astounded by how ignorant the salesmen were and eventually we’d both ditch the same salesman with looks of disbelief on our faces, one after the other.

I have never smelt so badly. Pat has given me the best workout in my life, playing me in table tennis. I’m sore from neck to toe and I feel as if I’ve been running all day. Even my ass is sore. How the fuck is my ass sore?

Pat and I are so evenly matched that after playing for two hours he won only by a few points. After the first twenty minutes sweat was pouring into my eyes. They started stinging as if they could taste the salty enthusiasm exuding from my skin.

I’ve never felt so exhausted but so exuberant at the same time. I’m determined to do this more.