December 17th, 2005


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I drove in to Webster for my swordfighting class, but the instructor was a no-show.  So it was just me there, so I just worked out by myself.  Part of the way through I noticed that there were two little kids with their faces pressed up against the window staring wide-eyed as I was pounding the heavy-bag.  They kept waving at me every time I turned to the window.  I was trying some old/less touched on moves since I had the time, I figured I might as well because I'd have a long wait to get back to it.  After awhile I was starting to really mess up my shoulders so I just left after about an hour and a half.  I got a real chill walking outside in that wind while drenched with sweat.  But those two kids prolly thought I was He-man so I had to walk to the truck instead of run in case they were watching.

I guess I need to wrap presents this weekend, and I'll be in the clear.  Usually I'm wrapping shit up Xmas eve night, and that's lame.  This year I want to make scratch-off ticket-style labels for the presents, for shits and/or giggles.  And I'll probably wrap them in the Houston Press pages after I'm done reading them, so there'll be gay "massage therapy" hustler ads on half the presents and restaurant reviews on the other ones.  I'll use the gay hustler pages for my mom's gifts I think.