on another note, tonight marks my annual venture into the world of physical activity

i played basketball with my homies tonight and have made these conclusions:

1. it leaves you sweaty

2. it leaves you smelly

3. it leads to physical injuries

4. it serious impairs your ability to walk for sometime afterwards (though this may just be side-effects from the severe atrophy resulting from spending my days inside reading and playing counter-strike)

5. despite all the rest, it can still be fun

so my opinion on physical activity is bittersweet

bitter logic sends up a red flag and tells me not to be an idiot and do such pointless things for little return

the sweet part of my brain that needs social interaction (which i'm not sure i actually have) tells me to ignore the main decision-maker in my brain (logic) and play anyway

on a side note, once i got my rhythm and started making baskets, woz owned those short little bastards with his combat boots and all

also, this was 5 games in and they were probably just tired, but he'll claim the victory all the same and has started referring to himself in the third person

so woz says sports, liking drinking, are ok when practiced in moderation and only with friends and is still slightly dangerous

ultimate moral from this torrent of disgression: if you're not sure if you really want to play, just drink instead, same pros and cons, but at least you won't have to remember it the next day