Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these:

we lost to christ church. it was a very sad race. our boat fell apart less than ten strokes in--grant and i both lost our seats. we were in an alternate boat, an aged wooden thing, since on wednesday the b team crashed our usual boat, the pelican. and i'm afraid cobwebbed roy of the rowers let us down. despite our technical collapse, we stayed pretty tight with the other boat, but with two men rowing seatless we couldn't pull it off. it was frustrating. i have a very sore bottom.

on the bright side, this means i have all of tomorrow to get research paper number one of three going. and we're still gonna party tomorrow. oh, the corpus girls won their race, though, so they'll be continuing to tomorrow's octafinals. go corpus!