Woody Cavenaugh

I've spent the past couple of weeks on "no activity" duty while the east and the west fight over wether or not something is broken inside. Inactivity is a comfortable place that is easy to get stuck into. Many thanks to Cameron who dragged me kicking and screaming back into the land of the living. The 48 didn't kill me so she saw that as a sign to put her foot in my butt. It started with Saber, it continued into some peer pressured tug-o-war, and now I have a brand spanking new good jump rope, to replace my sucky jump rope. Now it is Friday, Epee night, and I'm feeling a little team bouting in order.

Now to climb back up the hill from which I have slid and continue climbing. I'll stop to look at the view when I've dropped a few pants sizes. It would be really cool to buy cloths anywhere again.