Don't back me into a corner.

2003-06-18 10:22 a.m.

Kung fu last night was gueling but fun. We have a visiting black belt teaching the intermediate classes lately. I enjoy her style of teaching but it's still odd getting used to yelling out "yes m'am!" when we're finally conditioned to screaming out "yes sifu!" Last night we did a knife game for warm up. Everyone (about nine of us) ran laps around the floor. The insructor threw in three plastic knives. We now have to throw them across the room to each other while we're running. If someone catches the knife by the blade, they have to drop and do a push up. If the knife falls to the floor, everyone has to drop and do five pushups. If we get fifteen sucessful catches in a row then we can stop. As you can imagine, this went on for a painfully long time. I'm guessing we did over fifty push ups and I don't know how many laps. I threw the knife once too high and it hit the ceiling furnace with a resounding "clang!" By the time we were done I thought was going to crumple to the floor in a quivering mass. Endurance is not my forte. Then we practiced fighting when someone throws you up against a wall. When I asked if the same techniques would work in a corner the instructor sent us to the corners to practice and report back. We unanimously decided that being pushed into a corner sucks and you should avoid it at all costs.

We have a group of retired nurses that come and check blood pressure for free every month. As high blood pressure runs in both sides of my family, I dutifully take my morning break and go visit them. Earlier this month the guidelines for blood pressure were changed. Today I was 117/74 which is considered normal. However, I often get readings in the now "Pre-hypertension" range. If I didn't have enough to worry about with keeping a svelte figure, maintaining my mental health and getting in better shape; I now have to worry about dying of heart disease in my thirties. The last two times I've been to see my doctor she's been concerned about my blood pressure as it has been in the 150/90 range--once was when I was suffering from PTPE (post traumatic penis exposure) and the other time I was sick and on large amounts of cold medicine (which can temporarily raise blood pressure). She joked about "white coat hypertension." I'll take my little blood pressure card with me for my annual exam in August and show her that I'm not hypertensive, just a spaz.

I smell a scam, among other things.

2003-06-16 9:27 a.m.

I had a rather quiet weekend. Simon, however, attended a bachelor party on Saturday night. With one person in the group underage for drinking you think it'd be a laid back evening of beer, poker, scratching and belching. Oh no. I won't tell tales but I'll just say the night involved:

-Two skanky strippers
-An allegedly stolen $375 from one of their purses
-Two beefy angry body guards
-3 calls to 911
-Two police cars

If the girls were going to spend all that money on hired muscles why didn't they just have them hold their purses? Sounds fishy to me.

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