Darn it.
I missed my bedtime window, so now I'm wide awake. Crikey. I hate getting only six hours of sleep a night. I know I should be thankful for that much, given what some people do, but I care about sleeping. Grumble.
So as not to innundate you, I'm going to count down twenty-five random things about me, one at a time.
25. To a certain extent, I can blame my mother for my predilection for martial arts. When I was young and impressionable, she gave me books about girls becoming lady warriors. I figured that since I wasn't petite and beautiful, I couldn't become a pretty, pretty princess, so I might as well go out and kick butt instead.
And in other news, one of my hands is vaguely this color:
So as not to innundate you, I'm going to count down twenty-five random things about me, one at a time.
25. To a certain extent, I can blame my mother for my predilection for martial arts. When I was young and impressionable, she gave me books about girls becoming lady warriors. I figured that since I wasn't petite and beautiful, I couldn't become a pretty, pretty princess, so I might as well go out and kick butt instead.
And in other news, one of my hands is vaguely this color: