Last night was the first kung fu(Note: For some reason this isn't resolving) class I'd been to in quite a while. I've got a new phrase for my current state of existence: a cornucopia of discomforts. Yayness for me! On an amusing side note, I was knocked unconcious for a brief while after the first hour or so of class by another student who's about 5'2"(I'm 6'2" or so) because I didn't manage to block a punch properly and she didn't pull it. Humour abounded, but I'm 100% All-American Injury Boy and so was largely unhurt, except for a sore jaw. The instructor did note that the other student(I'm afraid can't remember her name) laid out with a wonderful chain punch combo to lay me low. Then I went home, showered, shared the amusing fruits of my labour with two friends, and wandered off for beer and food with Mr. Martin Kaspar Petersen. Hoorayness!