Or I need to actually check my calendar before committing to things. I've double-booked myself twice this week. Tonight I am playing a tennis match while eating dinner downtown and attending a Broadway show. Tomorrow night I'm hanging out with my girlfriends while attending the Twins/Rockies game with Joe. And yesterday I was nearly shopping at Target while I was supposed to be attending a meeting with a client.
I think a clone would be particularly useful for my tennis endeavors. I would strip my clone of all the emotional and psychological barriers I have against winning, and leave it to all it's ball bashing glory. Most likely my clone would be successful, and if not, the beauty is that it wouldn't care. In my attempts to figure out how to play against all these weenie women on my tennis ladder, I have somehow abandoned everything I knew about hitting a topspin forehand and am now only capable of launching the ball into the fence. And sadly, the more I care and try to fix it, the worse it gets. But I had a small breakthrough at my tennis drill last night, so hopefully my match tonight will be better. I'd better win in a hurry, because I've got to shower and make it to the theater in under two hours.
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