Whine, bitch, moan, complain

Slept ill (I think I was cold), headachy, delayed train, annoying users, doofus boss, haven't lost any weight in weeks, and my tea ball has unlatched spilling leaves all over the bottom of the pot so the last cup will be bitter as black death.

And, no game tomorrow.

Bah humbug.

A bit of the old ultra-violence

Once again, aikido makes it all better. Today featured lots of knife work (that is to say, defending against same), including a lovely little technique wherein you break the offender's neck and arm simultaneously. Or, well, you could; obviously you don't have to if you're feeling charitable.

I don't know why I love the weapons techniques so much. Feeling of relevance? Or just adrenaline kick? (Who cares?)