08.29.2001 (Wednesday), 10:22 PM

Very Bad Things

They're making beans on television and talking about tummy music...

It's bad. I didn't train and have been bummed enough to not write about it so this past weekend will remain devoid of text. Suffice it to say that I took a buttload (a metric buttload, mind you...) of photos and learned that it's pretty tiring to follow aikidoka around the mat shoving a camera in their face(s). It was nice seeing everyone though.

The doctor is in. I get to see if my knee is going to require some treatment involving breaking skin. As it turns out, the night before I am supposed to go, my knee decides to not be as swollen. It's sort of like that sound your car makes which it won't make when you're driving the mechanic around to see where the sound is coming from.

Sometimes I think that people with scads of money think that they can make things just happen. No skill, clue, idea just the will to make it happen because the money gives them the obnoxious attitude to demand the ridiculous in the face of the facts. Unfortunately, I find myself on the ass-end of a situation where it's a demand that I try and create something even though I know that there's not a snowball's chance in hell of it succeeding. It's like all reality around me gets fuzzy then melts away--the nebulous, cartoonish world of everyone working like there's a holy grail but without regard to their personal sanity and preservation is in full effect, boyee. And I'm the sad ringleader who never asked for the role in the first place. If only living the life of Riley were all that it's cracked up to be...aw, I'd probably get bored anyway...

Posted by wjc