I'm writing a lot more these days. I'm only supposed to write things that reflect well on my marketing image, so I made sure not to include the piece I wrote on the intimacy of sexual torture on this blog. Its a shame, because I feel like it was good writing.

I'm just getting iver a terrible fever. It feels good to be relatively sane again. I need a haircut, a shave, and a massage wouldn't hurt. Listen to me.

I'm drilling this "over the shoulder" sweep from reverse de la riva. Its different Jiu Jitsu than I'm used to. It forces me to look at the same thing in a different way, which is good.

Theres a smile.