Dreams: Not always what they're cracked up to be; Racquetball
You know it's bad when I can't convince my dreams to give me a massage. I tried to make a deal with my dream self that if he gave me a massage that I would give him one. He was reluctant (seeing as he wanted one first) but agreed. Except once I laid on my stomach he decided to start babbling about other things. It just went downhill from there.
In other news I played Racquetball yesterday evening for the first time in a year or two. I was quite bad at it. And yet I'm the "captain" of the Racquetball "team" for my job in the Corporate Challenge games. The competition games are this Saturday and I still haven't fully recovered from the hike (right should still messed up in moderate to extreme strain).