disappointedWell, judo class didn't go so swell.
Correction: My foot is swelling, but judo class didn't go particularly well.
It started out with just trying to get my gi on- I retrieved it from the second floor, continued on up the stairs to my room, and walked into the door.
Not "walked through the door." I said "walked into the door," and I meant it. Pain and loud wham and all. (Ow No. 1) I'm used to having that door open, but the air conditioning is off and the heat- and space heaters- are on, so I have to keep the door closed.
My room's usually dark at night with the light of, so seeing no light from inside wasn't a surprise. Running into unyielding wood, however, was.
Eventually, I made it to class, where I discovered that my sprained foot hadn't really healed (Ow No. 2). I managed to remain in class, however, until I managed to catch my testicles between my legs on a fall (OW! No. 3). Hobbling out of class, I stubbed my toe on the wall (Ow No. 4) while walking to a seat.
Oh well. Maybe things will go better tomorrow.
