Friday, November 19, 2010

Attack is good. Point left.

I wish I could go into detail, but strange things were afoot at the Circle K for the past week. Unfortunately, I was one of the first to know and I had to wait until the rest could be enlightened.

It was wicked awkward and Wednesday was the day the shit hit the fan. Officially.

I’ve been in a fog since Wednesday AM. It’s been wicked fucked up. Wicked. Wicked. Wicked. Wicked. Fucked. Up.

Gah.

I had fencing last night and it was the best way possible to reduce the stress I’ve been under. I’m in the adult training group, which means on Thursdays I get to poke at people with my sharp pointy stick and hope I don’t get poked by other people’s sharp pointy sticks. I did a kick ass job last night. I fenced like I actually knew what I was doing. I even did a perfect ballestra!!! (Which if you know me, and seen my previous attempts at ballestras, is pretty amazing.)

I know I’ll get through this -and I’m thankful that I have the people around me who can help me get through this - but in the meantime, I’m glad I have my sharp pointy stick and people who don’t mind being my pincushion.

En garde, bitches!