In A Funk

I took today off from work. I just feel....off. I used to love work but my bosses have sucked the life right out of me. Vampires. Oh well. I have faith that the universe will self correct and they will get theirs. I can personally attest that karma's a real bitch.

The other day I learned a valueable lesson about keeping your mouth closed when sparring. If you don't you will feel pain beyond pain as your opponent kindly dislocates your jaw for you and once he figures it out, he'll keep doing it. Little bastard. It's difficult to breath through your nose when you're exhausted but it would suck worse to have a broken jaw.

I need to get my conditioning up. I am still sucking wind pretty bad but I console myself with the fact that it is only the second week. I'm going to add some tabata drills with lots of burpees and hope that works. It can't hurt. Well, it can hurt quite a bit actually.

Yesterday my son and I went to the Disney's Cars website and they now have their online world up and running. It's still in Beta testing but is still pretty cool. You create a character, drive around, interact with notable cars from the movie, tractor tip, get chased by Frank etc. One of the things I think is strange about the game is that they have a name generator. You pick three car oriented words that you can't make up yourself and string them together to come up with a name similar to the ones in the movie. It has the effect of sounding like a pornstar's name. Do I really want my son driving around identifying himself as "Frank Quickshot"?

Oh well, pornstar names aside, it's pretty cool. I have a feeling that my son and I will be spending alot of time on the computer together. He gets so excited about it. Bouncing up and down and clapping his hands randomly. It's pretty adorable. It won't be when he's 18 and still calling himself Frank Quickshot but for now it most definitely is.