HEART ATTAK
Shit.
Every time the little door thing beeps, I have a heart attack.
I'm thinking THERE IT IS. But then reality sets in and then it isn't.
I mean really. There's badminton like every week, why am I suddenly hyperventilating over this.
Maybe its the New Racquet Syndrome.
Oh yes, the New Racquet. I went into a store looking to buy shoe laces, and I came out with a new racquet, grip, string and a badminton bag... and of course laces. Man that is one helluva good sales person lady.
Every time the little door thing beeps, I have a heart attack.
I'm thinking THERE IT IS. But then reality sets in and then it isn't.
I mean really. There's badminton like every week, why am I suddenly hyperventilating over this.
Maybe its the New Racquet Syndrome.
Oh yes, the New Racquet. I went into a store looking to buy shoe laces, and I came out with a new racquet, grip, string and a badminton bag... and of course laces. Man that is one helluva good sales person lady.
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