stiff, sore, slow

the chef sorted me out with an excellent breakfast! i went to pick up my trousers, and bought the buffalos* cd. it's a fantastic album! on my way home, i went to the gallery next door to check out the latest exhibit - really beautiful stuff.

* i can't figure out why they changed their name - buffalo boots just seems more... defined.

i dropped the trousers off for dry-cleaning, did some super-quick shopping**, then made a snap decision to go train in spite of my post-training post-alcohol exhaustion.

** it always bothers me that the express line extends all the way into the aisle, so nobody can get past. today i set an example that people actually followed, and one woman was so impressed that she arranged for the manager to pull me out of the queue to pay even faster ^_^

it's been many years since i last trained 3+ hours two days in a row. even the kids and black belts who were with me yesterday were having a rough time... we worked really, really hard today.

i actually caught myself having a creepy dream while someone else was doing his forms:
i was giving my all to the punching bag [a big, twice-my-size one], and as i slowed down i noticed a few blood droplets forming and dripping from the bottom. on opening the bag, i found a dead body...

i limped home, showered, then walked to jeremiah for lunch / beer with karnaf. on the way home the beer made its presence felt, but in a positive, happy, singing-along-with-my-ipod way. i'd *just* stopped as i turned into my building, the cute neighbour on her way out flashed me the biggest smile :)

i woke up almost an hour ago to swedish chill sound system - mixed by rebel9 & arre, hung out the laundry (whoops), and got stuck online. now i'm trying to decide if i'm in the mood to go out or not...