shakey hands

darnit, couldn't make it three months. it's just too hard to resist posting on a pointless blog, even when i have nothing to say. well, i do really. if you want to keep up with this, remember the address. pretty soon, a couple days or less after publishing this, i'm going to delete the link from monkeydaze. yeah, that's right, no more easy linking. why? just cuz. feels more private i guess. not that that really matters anyway. this whole thing is online after all. so there's your warning. heh. i bet i delete the link before anyone even reads this. <- that's really funny, i think i'm one of, at most, three people that look at this page. maybe if i post more? no, it's still going to be boring stuff. well, to most people's standards. speaking of which, i was fighting witha friend today and he took a piece of my thumb off. right on top. feels really wierd. oh! i don't really care about the thumb that much since it's all in one big piece, but my sword is bending! what the monkey poo is that about?! it's made to be sliced and jabbed and hit with others, but now it's bending fast! and when it's cold out no less. pissing me off, i really don't want to have it reforged; that means i have to wait until i get it back to have a metal-metal fight. wood just isn't quite as much fun. wood sounds pretty cool, but there's no where near the adrenaline rush you get when fighting with metal and you could be killed if you don't block right. well, maybe not killed, "just a scratch." please no. that's why you never wear a bucket helmet. or try to fight a king. actually, that bridge wasn't really worth defending in the first place, it was tiny. patsy could have easily jumped the culvert on the side. the black night must have had some issues besides not being able to fight if he was so determined to keep people from crossing the bridge.