C'est la vie, I guess. (Was that right, Shel?)
Tae Kwon Do last night wasn't as bad as it might have been. I walked in with an enormous headache, a throbbing foot, and feeling half-nauseous because I hadn't eaten since noon, and had worked three hours late. It was a crappy, crappy day.
But exercise always makes me feel better, and there wasn't anything I really had to baby my foot on. The headache dissolved after some good stretching, and I'm pretty good at ignoring sore feet when I'm busy with other things. The best part was seeing everyone again. Looks like we're going to have club meet officially on Tuesdays before class and Thursdays after Judo, and then informally on Mondays late. We had a good bunch of folks who stuck around to discuss it, so I think it won't be such a rough semester.
Grafitti sucks. I'm outta here.
