Free ass kickings. Line starts here.

Played Thief until way too late last night, which was fine at the time, but rebounded this morning. Steve stayed home, the slack bastard, and I was deeply tempted to call in lame as well--I'm overtired and cranky and it was pouring rain--and it came down to a hair's thickness until he tried to persuade me by saying "your cow orkers call in constantly!". Which is or was true for some parts of the office, but my immediate group consists of Joe and Eli, both of whom get double gold stars for attendance. I feel guilty enough calling in when I'm actually sick, let alone when I'm just in a foul mood. So I immediately packed up my troubles and headed for the train. Doing this particular right thing doesn't make me feel warm and fuzzy, though. It makes me feel like a sap.

So, y'know Ferris Bueller's Day Off? And y'know that bit where his sister Jeannie is in the police station talking to Charlie Sheen, bitching about how Ferris cuts school all the time and gets away with it, and why should he if no one else does? Well, that's me. And I loathe it. I am fine with being Good, but I am not fine with choosing to be Good and then resenting the rest of the world for not making that same choice. Blech.

I hope, I hope some twit does something today to let me bounce his ass from here to Peoria.

Joy!

And once again, all it takes is a good class to bring my mood back 'round. I am stable! Am, am, AM!!1!

Ahem.

For most of class we were just doing straight-up ikkyo (omote & ura) from a cross-hand grab. Boring. Hal even said, "I know this is boring, but it's important", which is of course true; it's one of those things where you have to be pretty precise in what you're doing, or you will be a very sad puppy. Towards the end we did some interesting variations, including a hinky little number where you sort of twirl underneath uke's arm and then convert to kotegashi. I lurved it--it made perfect sense to me--and it came very easily; so I was full of Extra Gratification when there was locker room discussion about how difficult it was. Go Me.

One slight downside: we did throws at the end, and my leg twinged. Not horribly, but enough to throw me off and make me too cautious for the rest of the technique (i.e., I therefore rolled incorrectly to spare my leg, which means I was hurting everything else). I am hoping this was just an anomaly.