25 Jan 2007 01:03 pm
Last night, I dreamed that my shoulder was better and I was fencing. It felt so great, fencing again, hitting wrist picks, everything. Fantastic. I felt at home again.
Then apparently I rolled over in my sleep, did something with my arm, and woke up to something popping in my shoulder and my shoulder hurting again.
…my subconscious has a sick sense of humor.
January 28th, 2007 at 8:50 pm
You know what we need to do, find you a new body. I don’t where any human bodys are, but I know of a nice ‘42 GMC if you wish, or something faster, a toyota MR2? Or we could just get you a new arm… im sure the man scout and I could come up with something
February 1st, 2007 at 5:17 am
How many times do I have to tell you!!! Bloody well take up Chess or Mahjong!
Nice, gentle, cerebral sports…
when was the last time you saw a grand master Mahjong player dislocate their shoulder, huh?? OK ignore that Mahjong tournament when the Asian triad gang was involved and tiles ended up flying like Shurikens (those ninja throwing star thingys)…
what was my point again?