stompbox

I feel like I've been beaten in the head repeatedly with a stick.

Which in this case is exactly the truth, since I just got home from kendo class. I guess I can find solice in the fact that I beat everyone else over the head an approximately equal amount as well, but that won't make my headache go away any faster. Gonna have a helluva bruise on my wrist for a few days too, as usual.

Looks like a quiet Saturday at home with the cats & dogs, unless through some miracle I can muster the ambition to go do something or finish one of a million projects I've started and never found the end of yet. It's snowing a little bit.

I slept a lot better last night. than in previous nights, which was a pleasant surprise. The last few months have seemed like a race to which one I'll run out of entirely first; brain cells, stomach lining, or general sanity. Stomach lining was in the lead, but sanity's hot on it's tail. Ever get the feeling that your screaming at a perfectly smooth wall, and you know there's a hidden door there somewhere but you just can't find it? Everybody else knows it's there, but they ain't tellin'.