I'm a neurotic mess, how are you?

2001-10-08 8:55 a.m.

I'm a neurotic mess, how are you?

War is stressful, so is terrorism. I feel like I'm holding onto a spiderweb thin line of sanity. I was actually racially profiling people on the bus to see who would most likely have a bomb strapped to their body. Then I felt guilty when I realized what I was doing. Is that nuts or what?

I went to kung fu forms class on Saturday. I was relegated with a few others to a small corner of the dojo (the padded corner) to practice Lim Po. Luckily I was taught a couple more moves so I think I've almost learned the whole thing. I need to practice this week.

That's the thing about forms, you have to do it over and over and over and over again. Even when you think you know it, you realize that your fingers are all wrong or what you thought was a verticle punch is really a half twisting punch or you're pointing your toes the wrong way. In other words, you're never done and it's never perfect. We did lots and lots of leg exercises so I'm still hobbling around two days later due to strained muscles. But it's a good pain.

Had nightmares last night and only a few hours of sleep. Right before the alarm went off this morning I was dreaming I was at a wedding reception for the Jeffersons "movin' on up!" yes, those Jeffersons. Didn't qualify as a nightmare but was still a bit odd.

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