Well, remember I said Judo's gonna kill me? It sort of did. Well, I'm not dead per say, but I horribily twistic my foot. How? In the most pathetic manner possible --- I stepped on it wrong. I suppose normally with shoes on, such a step wouldn't be harmful. I was bare-footed though, so it hyper-extended my foot muscle around the outer ankle joint on my right foot. I was going to keep going without telling people about it, but then a big purple shiny lump appeared after a while followed by intense pain. I decided to tell the sensei about it and sat the rest the of the class out with ice over the lump. ...And then, they did randori. Why! oh Why must they begin to do randori in the class when I happened to be injured?? Maybe this's god's way of preventing me of doing it. I mean I had plenty of little hints of not to go to Judo. The cold; then I saw Eva right before judo, when I was handing in my math; Now I have this injured foot? Maybe I shouldn't do randori today? Who knows, I might be too weak today to perform a break-fall correctly, and break my neck in the process? Maybe this's a good thing? the injury I mean. Yup, that's what I'm telling myself: The nasty painful giant purple lump that's stabbing at your heart and agonizing every fibre of your being is on your side David! Yup, it's good for you!