hey ever have one of those days where nothing is actually wrong, but at the same time, nothing is actually right, either? I hate those fucking days. This is one of those days. My knee hurts (inexplicable injury obtained while I slept Wednesday night. I was not aware sleeping is a contact sport.) My jaw hurts. My ankle which I hurt snowboarding some years ago hurts. My back and upper arms hurt too. Worst of all... My brain hurts. Not sore-agony-physical-pain hurt. Half-formed-ideas-buzzing- around-needing-to-get-out-but-can't hurt. And it's been like that for some time now. As long as I can remember, when I get right down to thinking about how long. Last night we did not go into Table View, where the kids are on more drugs than their parents, but only just. It was probably for the best. I had to watch the karate class on account of my fucko'd knee, becuase I couldn't risk any further damage with tomorrow being the 12-hour training marathon. Normally with an injury I just bail on the class, but I came last night in case I was needed and got to sit in the sick bay (aka the 2 red chairs next to the door) and just watch. It was shit. I hate just watching. I have only done that once before and I vowed never again. Then I watched the French have major good luck - more even than against the English on Sunday - and force a draw against the Croats. God obviously is back to wearing a n Adidas "Les Bleus" replica shirt as he did in '98 and 2000. He never seems to wear an orange Nike one, that's for damn sure. have a spiffy weekend everyone. Think of me and my karate boys tomorrow morning in your sleep when we kick off in the bleak .za midwinter at 4am GMT (6am here) on a 3 mile run in the rain and EnergiserBunny our way through 6pm. laters