In my next life I'm gonna be a theory. One of those annoying ones that no one can solve. I think that'd fit me.

Apparently I played "rounders" yesterday. I've never heard that word, but it's probably correct. If I'm gonna translate the Swedish name it'd be "burned ball", which I have to admit does sound better than "rounders".

After two rounds with people I didn't know and wasn't too fond of I came up to the following conclusion:

1. It is fun to be outside and to engage in any form of baseball-like sport.
2. It's even more fun if the rules are clear from the start and everyone knows them.
3. And of course it'll be tremendous fun if you haven't been up since 5:40am, is dead tired and wish you were there with other people.
4. I am in horrible condition. God, I hate running.

I survived though and it was worth it. The real pain came on my way home when I tripped on a zebracrossing in a roundabout. My left hand and shoulder got scratched, started to bleed and hurt a bit at the moment. I was rollerskating to the park where we played our baseball-copy and of course I rollerskated home. You know, I can't remember the last time I fell. I really can't. Or the last time I actually hurt myself by falling. Maybe my memory's getting bad though and I fell last week, what do I know?