Horses

My stories get too much momentum behind them. I can’t turn them toward the plot points.

I don’t know if I even should.

But then they don’t go anywhere. They just spin in circles.

So, unrelated to everything, I really want to ride a horse.

Hematoma

Long story short, I was in my BJJ class and took a rough shot to the leg. It wasn’t that serious, and we didn’t stop the match. However when I came home, I had a bulge like Mount Vesuvius rising from my shin, and it’s currently turning interesting colors.

I love the way the official medical diagnosis for such things is, ‘Ouch.’

Does it hurt when I poke it? Yes. ‘So don’t poke it.’

It looks ugly! ‘So don’t look at it. Pants are your friend.’

I can’t fault them. It really doesn’t hurt. My leg carries my weight without pain. I finished the BJJ class.

But this thing, wooo, gnarly. It looks bad.

‘So don’t look at it.’

Things are swell

You know the quote, ‘I am therefore leaving immediately for Nepal where I intend to live as a goat’?

Where does one sign up for that?

The Manitou Springs Incline

I just got back from a moderate hike, and I cannot think at all. You know the old joke, ‘I can’t brain today. I have the dumb’? That is how I feel.

Took some good photos.

For Posterity

As the years go by, my writing will steadily chronicle my descent into engineering-school based madness.

Unrelated, but doing something ‘for posterity’ makes it sound like I’m doing it for butt aesthetics. And girl, I got junk in the trunk.

Social Hobbies

The problem with hiking as a primary hobby is it’s hard to share with people who weren’t on the hike.

“I SAW REALLY COOL ROCKS!”

BJJ does not solve the problem.

“I choked a mfer! He made noises like when you turn on a garbage disposal and forget there’s a spoon in there!”