"sleeping the day away" was a myth. it was something that i sometimes wished for during times that i had nothing to do and staying awake became a bore. i never thought i would live to see someone give a more comical sense to it so you would imagine my horror at proving myself wrong.

22 hrs and 15 mins. that's how long i shamefully slept yesterday. it might have been a miracle that i stayed awake while eating lunch..

when friday came i was a bit restless for the 18th hour. we were playing tennis. cy, miguel and i. none of us were really experts at it. i might have gotten lessons but that was way back during 2nd year high school and the last time i held a tennis racket was when we were goofing around at the resort's tennis court a number of friends and i were staying in on a christmas vacation at boracay. miguel i think (feel free to say otherwise on this one) had lessons as well but i don't know extensive it was and cy never swung a racket in his life. we weren't expecting long rallies but we played just the same.

when we arrived and stretched, there were some ball runners that watched us a nearby distance but suffice to say that after cy hit the first two balls and they both landed on the other court (that would be over the net, over the place that i was expecting to receive it, over still the tall fence and finally to the empty, unoccupied and unrented court beyond ours), the pack of ball runners found better entertainment watching tv. one samaritan from the pack decided to help us all out without being told to (and we gave him a big tip for his initiative) and we played a rather chaotic mixed doubles (we were actually picking up the balls more than we were hitting them) for 150 mins. in sum, we all agreed that it was good sweat and we were all looking forward to next friday. we went to cafe breton afterwards to cool down, have some tea and crepe and talk company matters.

no wonder i had to sleep for 22 hours and 15 mins. i must have worn myself out running around the court, picking up balls, swinging air and flexing my tummy muscles from laughing my head off at our individual stunts.

we're playing tennis again this coming weekend and ebi (cy's older sis who also had lessons before) said she'd come. i just hope i won't sleep as much the day after.