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I cannot believe I thought I was going to try to go to fencing today. I want to start doing three days a week soon (and next week, I'll have 4 or 5 since there's the two day judging workshop), but my schedule hasn't allowed it. This week it's my body. My hamstrings have loathed me since Monday, the Baroque dancing was at least moderately taxing on Saturday, my left hand has been cranky (discovery: it's double jointed and now locks up sometimes in all these weird formations I never knew it could, but I'm sure strength will fix that), and I feel like I have a bruise deep inside my right hip. Barn dancing was great for that as you might imagine. I pushed myself ridiculously hard this week, and, all absurdist impulses aside (this is EXACTLY like when I was like "must go clubbing every night" except this, you know, amtters), I need to just fucking lay off it tonight, especially since next week will be insane.

I had terrible dreams too. Woke up with a start in the middle of the night sure someone was in my room and that I would have t hold my breath a very long time to make sure they wouldn't notice _I_ was in my room. Everything was fine though. Oi. When I have dreams like this I tend to be unnerved for days -- not for the practical reasons of someone breaking into my house would be bad and that's unpleasant to dream about, but because my life has enough spooky in it, for all I know _something_ was in my room last night.

All this aside, I still really, really want to go to fencing tonight though.