DOn't expect to see much of me this week -- I'm back in training for week three of
the Black Belt stuff, and they say this week we'll end up staying very late.
Unfortunately the instructors (not the same ones who were there last week) picked
who works with whom for our big project and they stuck me with the two women who
drove me absofuckinglutely nuts last week. (Very nice women but v - e - r - r - y
slow and methodical on e - v - e - r - y - f - u - c - k - i - n - g - t - h - i -
n - g. And I'm not.) Just when I'd sat at a table with the people who would make
the best team of the class. I felt rather complimented, actually, when a few of
them sounded upset about not getting to work in our team.
Forgot to
say it, but I agree with SWooP; the first part of CHamber of Secrets was choppy
and very rushed.
Lesson: when you write a poem about rowing and the
moon (yes, another one) and you're trying to capture the fey loveliness of moon
over lighted bridge over water, don't look at the poem later while you're in a
work-related class. The juxtaposition just makes the poem look stupid. And I don't
think it is, or at least not as bad as it looked.