I woke up in an extremely cold room, realizing the heat doesn't reach my room in autumn. and Saturday. aka, game time! (I will tell you shortly about my insane thursday later) frost was coating everything outside, giving it a fariyteale-like shimmer as I sat in the dining room with my tea and my toast. Read a bit from Jonathan Livingston Seagull to pass time, and then we were off to Folkunga.

The game was at home, and I felt that we had pretty nice chanses of winning. Sollentuna were late, so we had enough time to get calm and collected and set on our goal, but somehow, somewhere, we didn't perform too well. we lost three sets in a row and that was that. we played both good and bad, but I guess Sollentuna just were better. It was quite a strange game, to cite Frida Ryman's words. We did manage to get some points on them though, so next time we see them, we're going to give them our best! it that aint going to be too bad either.

Sabina; about to crush some bitches