Bad Names

Yesterday, I booked a room for someone named Kaka. Today, I modified a reservation for a woman named Labia.

Oh dear.

I did a bit of poi today. The rhythm of the cross-over kick change is tantalisingly close. I'm almost there. I can almost taste it.

I'm sure I would have done better, but whenever I miss the kick, the poi strikes me right on the lovely shine welts courtesy of last night's kung fu class. It throws me off a little, as do the constantly roving people. I have to stop what I'm doing so no one gets bonked. I'm sure that would go over well....

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Edit: Ouchies. The welt on my shin has turned into a throbbing goose egg. Hoorah!