There are two theories to arguing with women; neither one works.

Just to record my day:
I bus'ed my ass at work today. Know how I do...Ha.
Then I painted some at mi casa, and other work. Drank a gang of caffeine.
Drove to "New England Submission Fighting" aka Amherst at 6:30.
Oh - The former head accountant at WorldCom had to sell his house in Palm Beach. Shareholders are expected to get like 5 mil from the 11 mil sale price. He testified against Bernard Ebbers - shouldn't he get a break? I do' kno'.
OK, so Kirik did a class for us, and the usuals were there plus like 5 new people. I had a bunch of frickin' fun; tried to get choked out, but the person let go...awww. So I got some good ground work in, then C. and I did some stand up. Finished w. 50 thai kicks. Drove back to Noho.
I was hungry tonight! Wanted to eat, but I weighed myself, and I was at 196, so I did the right thing.
Tommorow is going to be long...much work, and I might train.
But I think I'm going to train at Matt Santos' place on Friday, so I might not train tomorrow. We'll see.
At work we did so many laps through town to look at people...I love it driving a huge truck! Plus Noho has ****************************.
My dreams last night were all about being overwhelmed by superior numbers. Me against a whole crew. It was good to have a controlled situ where I could go up against one person today. But no NHB. I am getting so pissed. I'm always suggesting "want to do some ground and pound drills?" or something. But just submissions...
Oh well. I will be OK. I'm sure. I just need to get punched.
Oh, I gave Charlie a shiner last night! I got some props for it tonight...haha. But his shit was purple today...yaaayuuughhh!