7:50 a.m. If you see me and I'm not walking very, well, ok, if you see me kinda hobbling around I'm blaming the first season game of ultimate frisbee.

It did some ultimate damage to my body all right. Stiff. Blood blisters that soaked through my sock. Yuck.

We lost our game, which isn't so bad. I think Matt was secretly disappointed, but we were missing a key player and there were three players (myself included) that really haven't played much, if at all. I think we have a pretty solid team. We just need a couple of games to play to find our groove.

I had no idea, though, how seriously some people take ultimate. The team we played had jersies and even a coach! When checkin' out the website, I had a laugh when I read that frisbee is a disc sport - trying to sound more important or official than just being a plastic saucer flying through the air.

Weekend's around the corner. I found out that I have the unfortunate pleasure of riding up to our campsite with Matt's ex tomorrow. It's going to be a stuffy ride. Had I known this, I would have gladly payed for a rental. Gladly. Things between Matt and her still haven't improved. She's still not talking to him and he's losing respect for her quicker than the grains in an hourglass.

I'm looking forward to the weekend to just hang out with Matt, even if there's going to be 30 other people around. I like knowing he's close by.

n@s