Fancy That

I am not sure what I want to say. I have a lot on my mind. Mostly the musculature of the lower limbs. Both because it hurts me, and because I must identify various aspects of it on a cadaver tomorrow afternoon.

My body is wrecked form derby. So is my mind, but that's another hill of beans that has to do with silliness and things I don't have to think about in the next week or so. This summer has been full of injury. tiny ones, like the fracture blog so long ago. And an ankle sprain. And finally an actual skating injury to the hip/thigh area (I till have yet to determine which anatomical name to use for the destruction). My body is also wrecked from lack of derby. too little practice and weeks of limited mobility have left me a lil softer than I prefer. Glarg.

The world feels like it's on fire. Which I suppose it does now and again. I just hate this time in the human cycle. I prefer the building, not the burning down--but both are necessary.

Why did Kara Thrace have to go nutjob? This is the question I want answered most of all (I am sure there are adequate answers, really).