So now I have dead flu viruses floating around in my bloodstream. Or perhaps, more accurately, congregating in my left deltoid. Mom's suggestion to rub it and work the vaccine around didn't help much: I've been sore all day. Everyone else is fine, it's just me that's sore. Lucky me.

I didn't work my arms too hard last night, either. It was a pretty informal practice since the University is on Thanksgiving break, so I spent the hour trying to remember all my forms and fixing my formal back stance. It's suprisingly hard to transition through front stance-side kick/hammer fist-back stance without my back stance looking like a horse stance. And since only two of you have a clue what I'm talking about, I'll move on.

Except I have little else to talk about. My evening will consist mostly of laundry, so I can pack and be ready to go when Lew comes to pick me up for Goblet of Fire. Anyone want to take bets as to whether I'll finish the last 177 pages of the book before the movie? Let's see...three hours worth of reading, give or take...I think I can do it.