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Why is it that an increasing number of my weekends have something going on that prevents me from sleeping in? Is this part of "growing up"? Granted, joining a martial art that has a practice every Sunday morning eliminated 50% of my sleeping-in chances, but still! I feel like I never get to sleep in anymore. And going to bed early is decidedly lame.
This weekend: up around 7.30am Saturday for some paintball action, hopefully it won't be too cold nor painful. The rest of Saturday will likely be a 80-20 split of working on my Bioware sumbission and re-completing Need For Speed: Underground 2. Poor corrupted memory card, I mourn your lost game saves. Sunday looks to be almost the same as Saturday, except going to beat people with a pole instead of at range with a gun. The same group of people, at that. There may also be a demonstration of our Kendo/Naginata after practice, from what I hear. Those are fun. Afterwards, back to repeated 80-20 split. I'm boring.
This weekend: up around 7.30am Saturday for some paintball action, hopefully it won't be too cold nor painful. The rest of Saturday will likely be a 80-20 split of working on my Bioware sumbission and re-completing Need For Speed: Underground 2. Poor corrupted memory card, I mourn your lost game saves. Sunday looks to be almost the same as Saturday, except going to beat people with a pole instead of at range with a gun. The same group of people, at that. There may also be a demonstration of our Kendo/Naginata after practice, from what I hear. Those are fun. Afterwards, back to repeated 80-20 split. I'm boring.