Dream

I dreamt I was on Babylon 5, and someone (race unknown) sent an antimatter weapon into the heart of Epsilon 3 (the planet around which we orbited), thus blowing it up. We managed to get our armour plating up in time, avoiding destruction.

HOWEVER, we quickly realized that Epsilon 3 was likely just a trial target, and whoever did this was going to go after our homeworlds soon. The only way to fight them was to take Babylon 5 into deep space, where the First Ones might know how to stop the antimatter weapon.

( It only gets weirder )

I wound up pressing "snooze" for 2 hours, waiting to see how it would eventually turn out. Then Ian called, so I never did. Alas.

Oh, f**k -- Never mind

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Long story short: I lost my purse, wound up driving down to Marc's place to look for it, only to find out that he'd dropped it off here this morning but had forgotten to call me to let me know.

Everything is fine now. Move along, nothing to see here.

So much for having functioning legs...

This is the third week of my attending the advanced class at our dojo (open to anyone green belt or higher). For the last two weeks, my legs had so much delayed onset soreness, they were hurting well into Thursday when I did my second class of the week.

This week, I figured, "you know, I'm sort-of getting used to this. I bet I won't be sore on Thursday."

Note to self: never, never tempt the gods this way.

In addition to the brutal warm-up (that I'm slowly getting accustomed to), we did jump-kicks. For the whole class. 65 jump kicks with each leg. That's a lot of jump kicks.

My poor little legs. It looks like you will, in fact, be sore on Thursday. Sorry 'bout that.