shanmonster | Calamari in my Brain

I'm just getting sicker and sicker by the moment. I'm dizzy, my throat feels like it's stuffed with a hot, prickly sausage, my lungs are working labouriously, and my sinuses are lubricating the whole kit and caboodle. So far, my brain seems to be functioning more or less properly, though. Tonight I'm doing something unusual. I'm being social. I'm going to go hang out with a few old friends, including one I haven't really seen much in about a decade. I hope the walk up the hill doesn't kill me.

Even if it does, it will spare me the death I would otherwise surely experience tomorrow morning at my Ashtanga yoga class. I'm afraid....

I managed to make it through last night's kung fu class due to odd numbers and relatively-easy work. All of us senior students were to pair up with a newbie. Since there was one less newbie than there were "masters" (heh), I chose to be the odd one out. We were working on the applications of fook fu. I wasn't entirely left on my own, though. Sifu Danny worked with me on the occasions when he wasn't checking everyone else out. I knew I was doing everything right when my take-down planted him flat on his chest with his arm high in the air (hoorah for butterfly hands!), and when I caught a thrust kick and sent him flying across the room. I also utilized the block against eye gouges. If you've watched the Three Stooges, you've already seen it. It's the exact same principle. Who'd have thunk the Three Stooges were martial artists?

And on a completely unrelated note, can someone explain to me what on earth happened here? There's more information on the phenomenom at Jumbo squid invade California beaches.