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Flying blind
For the tournament this weekend, I'm getting HUGE mixed messages. First of all, word on the street is that all tournaments this year will be Olympic rounds only: all 70m, all the time. Naturally, this is all I have a sight setting for. The info online, though, claims that this weekend is a full 90-70-50-30 FITA round. Second, and even weirder, everything I've found claims that the first three distances are on Saturday, and the fourth on Sunday -- according to others, this is simply not allowed for an Official Tournament. It's not just a field I've never shot at, it's an airport I've never flown through. On top of all that, I've having serious string issues, and practice simply hasn't been up to snuff for a while. I'm calling this a dry run for the next couple ... and I'll be back to the string jig, over and over and over again. Ugh.
Weirder dreams than usual, last night, or more explicit anyway. There were people staying somewhere with pretty much a no-visitors policy, but I was there anyway; there was someone else in the room but there was still the start of a menage a trois. We were found and I was sent out, or at least downstairs; I was going to go to sleep but it was games night. I had Munchkin, or Fluxx, but the box actually contained a Magic deck. I headed outside, and it was 3 in the morning but still light and warm. It had something to do with the moon being destroyed, or something. The particularly odd thing was that most of the people were actually people I know, instead of the usual generic human entities I dream about...
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Weirder dreams than usual, last night, or more explicit anyway. There were people staying somewhere with pretty much a no-visitors policy, but I was there anyway; there was someone else in the room but there was still the start of a menage a trois. We were found and I was sent out, or at least downstairs; I was going to go to sleep but it was games night. I had Munchkin, or Fluxx, but the box actually contained a Magic deck. I headed outside, and it was 3 in the morning but still light and warm. It had something to do with the moon being destroyed, or something. The particularly odd thing was that most of the people were actually people I know, instead of the usual generic human entities I dream about...
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