I Blame Agassi
Get up. Shower. Get dressed. Get your haircut. Get a cab. Get your damn pictures taken. Get back. Make calls. Shakespearean blog. Pack. Equalisation. Noises off. Library Guinness. Merciful sleep. The damn linearity of time is thus restrictive. Hence the unabashed pub cheering him through set 5 last night. He is a marvel, and as a consummate fan of the underdog, he never let's you down at Arthur Ashe.
Let him go on.

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