My teachers want to know when I'll be ready to start lessons again, and I still don't know.
For now, I'm content practising on my own, for both.
Both are extremely useful....but I'm not confident in either my sorcery or my kung fu right now.
I need to kick my own ass into proper training. (how many times have I said that!)

Time for a run.

I'm full of aches and pains from the training I've been doing over the last few days.
Feeling good, though. Still trying to quit drinking and smoking...not having much luck with the former.
And I'm now officially a toyboy. She's lovely...takes care of me.
I've also got another 'girlfriend', but I don't expect that to last long.
No more horribly unsuitable/unstable girls. For now.

Love

Got up early, worked out and trained kung fu.
Hung up kung fu flyers around town.
Visited the coffee shop before work, and the cute girls in there gave me free cake.

And I have to meet my girlfriends father tomorrow....so I'll enjoy this happiness while I can.

[	mood	|	content	]
[	music	|	Tom waits - Downtown train	]

I'm back, better than ever.
A weekend of music, rum, sex and friends seems to have sorted me right out and I'm back on top of the world. When you're glowing like I am now, you become the warm little centre that the life of this world crowds around.

And my hand is better, so I can start training properly!

[	Tags	|	beer	]
[	Current Location	|	drunk.	]
[	mood	|	drunk	]
[	music	|	Manson	]

I work in a sushi bar. Every single type of roll has a sign, clearly displaying the contents and price.
But......I still get people who come to the counter and ask:

"unnnnhhhh what's in that one? unnhhhh"
"is that the price for one? *grunting noises* "
No, fuckwad! you get seven rolls for that price!
and so forth. Now, I will admit that our sushi is expensive. At $3 to $3.50 a roll, we're probable the most expensive sushi joint in the northern rivers. But we're the ONLY sushi joint in Lismore, so.....suck it. Suck it, and pay your damn 20 cents for wasabi, you cunts.
And that's the other thing I hate. See, I'm a retail employee. I can no more change the prices than I can make the moon change colour, or dance for your amusement. So there's no goddamn point complaining to me that you have to pay for your damn wasabi (which EVERYONE charges for). Once again, I'm RETAIL STAFF. Not only can I not change the prices, I also don't give a monkey's left nut. I'm not paid enough to care. (okay, I am, but I still don't care)
"I want that one, hurrrrrrr" *smears greasy hands on glass counter*
Fucking say it! It's not some unpronouncable japanese word, it's goddamn BEEF! Can you say beef?

The people in this town make me want to cry, I swear.
A tip for everyone: make life difficult for retail staff, and they will hate you. they will also try and fuck you over, charge you for everything that they can. Be a nice pleasant customer.....and they'll 'forget' to charge you for stuff. You'll brighten their day. And mine, because we're all connected by psychokinesis. And beer. Yes.

Got myself a proper, full body massage. Was recommended "schuessler tissue salts" nerve tonic combination 5. It's got lots of phosphates...or something...in it. Good for energy levels.

And it's Yin week, so no training 'till next monday.

Huge personality shift, I've been lashing out at everyone. Angry. Flashing teeth, etc.
I had an alright weekend though. Stopped a drunk 15 year old girl doing something she would have regretted (with someone who wouldn't have cared), stopped a friend with a big mouth getting slammed by 6 guys. When it comes right down to it, no-one really wants to be hit with a piece of wood. What I hate more than the violence though, is the posturing. The trash talking. Wankers.
Felt good not resorting to violence. Kind of.....clean.

And tomorrow it begins again. Work...customers...idiots. Until next weekend.

Spent the weekend on the coast. Good fun.