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I first met Ollie at the recruiting meeting for the university rugby club. He was a blond, wiry Welshman and was also a freshman, also new and, as it turned out, a neighbor in my dormitory1. The morning after our first practice, I remembered waking up sore and shattered and heard a dull thump on Ollie's side of the wall. His legs were so tired ( Read more... )

Over the last few months, I've fallen out of the habit of keeping this journal. I tend to think that this may be due to a few reasons ... for one, I've never been one to use this place as a record for mundane affairs. It's not that I don't think that such things are unworthy of being recorded; I just don't feel the need on a daily basis. I think ( Read more... )