everything counts
back from columbus, much fun had. obviously i fenced like shit, and i knew i was going to, but still it's hard to squash that competitive urge. arrgh. my brain remembered a lot more than my body did, which drove me up the wall. there were small moments of lucidity where my body and brain were in sync but most of the time i was just awful, and all of my carefully tested equipment decided to die horrible deaths on strip. so sleepy and sore now. i feel like someone kicked me in the back pretty hard. either that or my kidney's not doing too well. yay stiffness and bruises. i'm still in a weird mood. i have to call violet. i have to figure out what's going on with everything else. i have to paint my shelves. yes, and ive done nothing, and am busy being excited about my 'date' tomorrow. still obsessing over nothing, with connor this time. we decided that weve both gone stupid, yet that doesn't seem to make much of a difference.