If you can meet with Triumph and DisasterAt least he wasn't in tears like he was after French Open. Well, he wasn't crying. He just looked very close to it when he was talking to the media.
And treat those two imposters just the same
Best poem. Ever.
Apparently Nadal had trouble understanding what he was reading. Fair enough. But the Spanish accent. Unf. "If you can daream, but not make dareams your master."
And Federer, I never noticed, has a strange-ish accent as well. He always just sounded vaguely American to me...
Anyway. I'm sorta sleepy. Four and a half hours sleep. That's going to be telling once I hit 9 o'clock tonight. But for the moment, not too bad. I've worked it out so that I get one free day in uni. Stupid lectures which are only available on one day.
9:44am
Not too sure why I just uploaded all my pictures. Probably cause it's fun. I'm getting hungry. Melbourne Uni portal isn't working. Typical.
4:17pm
Dear Introductory Microeconomics,
So, you're, like, a tool, yeah? I'll give you no authorisation and unexpected errors.
Kind regards,
Sarah
5:05pm
Oh the amusement. They're both completely zoned out. Djokovic had to prod Rafa a couple of times with the water bottle before he realised that he was being prodded. I love the simultaneous stretching, and then Djokovic squatting while Nadal casually sits on the net.
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