Thee games today. Two for Jenny's team. We lost both and her team is really angsty/moody. I get the feeling some of them don't like me... x_x
Now I am covered in bruises. One of them, the one I can't touch because it hurts so bad, looks like a heart. heart
Also, the cold pretzel I ate for lunch made a brown heart stain in the paper plate. heart
But the best part was winning the MTA game. God, have we fought for it. If we don't win another dome game, we can at least relish in the fact that some tangerine team out there is worse than us.
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