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Last night was tops. We had some great lightning and thunder. There was a cool match of tennis between the amiable Phillipoussis and the snotty Fabrisse (he spat at a linesman). Then I switched channels to into the middle of a nice film called Needing You. It wasn't really about anything. It was just a romance. And it didn't have any kissing. Even at the end. It's not that kissing is bad. It's just clever of them to be able to make a good romance without and kissing.

The problem was, that just as the movie was reaching the climax - with the boat leaving and the big "I need you" signs on the wharf - the one-day test between Australia and India was finishing too. And it was such a close match. In about 30 minutes we lost 3 wickets. We had to get 11 runs off the last over. Lee and Bichel were in the poor buggers, and Lee got a six on the third last ball of the game, and then a single to win. It was so tense. I had to keep switching channels between the too, which normally annoys me.

Mum and I cleaned. Then Erin and I caught up (but no frisbee (I forgot it)). We spent almost an hour talking about her crazy and fascinating love-life. Then Adam came and flirted with the girls he'd with him brought from work.

We went swimming again this morning. And and and I did my first full freestyle lap of the pool ever. Yay. So chuffed. But I still feel a bit puffed and that was 2 hours ago. Dear oh dear.

The more you experience The less you know. The sage wanders without knowing, Looks without seeing, Accomplishes without acting. - Some Zen lad