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My book is nearing completion, I'm moving in only a little over a week, my ribs hurt like hell, and I am entering a state again where I don't like to sleep.
The easiest place to start is my ribs. I attempted a throw that I was having trouble with. I did it perfectly...finally, but the problem turned out to be something other than my technique. The reason that I seemed to be having such problems with fitting in was that my core (i.e. torso) was not nearly as flexible as it should be. Long story short, I strained basically every muscle on the right side of my ribs. It feels moderately well now, and I expect I shall be fine in another day, but it still sucked at the time.
I move in a week. Moving in with my girlfriend. Scary huh? A little bit, but I'm more worried about Christa. It seems that the move is putting more stress on her than I thought and she has been stretched a little thin. I'm going to try to comfort her a bit more, since we've bother been horribly busy. It's not that I think she is incapable by any means, but rather that she could do with a bit more encouragement and help than I had been providing. Everyone needs a helping hand sometimes.
My book is nearly done, and I am excited to have it so. I am not sick of it, but rather I want to see it done. This will likely have to wait for this coming week. I'll be able to do it then. Then comes the prospect of having it mulled over by my friends and then people who likely couldn't care less. Yes, I've decided that I'm going to send my book in, if for no other reason than to give it a stroke of finality. It is something I enjoy doing more than many others, including my current job.
And my body does not feel the need to sleep. I am tired, I know it. I need rest, but I strangly won't let me. It's not as bad as finals week where I slept only an hour or two each night if I was lucky, but I looke forward to rest. I look forward to a new job, and maybe I can put some other things behind me.
Until then,
The easiest place to start is my ribs. I attempted a throw that I was having trouble with. I did it perfectly...finally, but the problem turned out to be something other than my technique. The reason that I seemed to be having such problems with fitting in was that my core (i.e. torso) was not nearly as flexible as it should be. Long story short, I strained basically every muscle on the right side of my ribs. It feels moderately well now, and I expect I shall be fine in another day, but it still sucked at the time.
I move in a week. Moving in with my girlfriend. Scary huh? A little bit, but I'm more worried about Christa. It seems that the move is putting more stress on her than I thought and she has been stretched a little thin. I'm going to try to comfort her a bit more, since we've bother been horribly busy. It's not that I think she is incapable by any means, but rather that she could do with a bit more encouragement and help than I had been providing. Everyone needs a helping hand sometimes.
My book is nearly done, and I am excited to have it so. I am not sick of it, but rather I want to see it done. This will likely have to wait for this coming week. I'll be able to do it then. Then comes the prospect of having it mulled over by my friends and then people who likely couldn't care less. Yes, I've decided that I'm going to send my book in, if for no other reason than to give it a stroke of finality. It is something I enjoy doing more than many others, including my current job.
And my body does not feel the need to sleep. I am tired, I know it. I need rest, but I strangly won't let me. It's not as bad as finals week where I slept only an hour or two each night if I was lucky, but I looke forward to rest. I look forward to a new job, and maybe I can put some other things behind me.
Until then,