Huh. So I am home alone tonight – ie. Without supervision. Or spider backup.
So I watched Serenity (I love that movie) drank an illicit hot chocolate, and read a heartbreaking gay romance about a guy who’d been beaten up by his ex boyfriend who meets a race car driver from the wrong side of the tracks.. and a heart of gold.
At this point pretty much every romantic bone in my body is swooning.
So I figure ok it’s time to go to bed, only when I reach my bedroom door theres a thing in the shadows. After a good long look at it I figure it’s some form of fluff.
I bravely walk past it, only to see it move out of the corner of my eye. I instinctively leap into the air, and land nearly soundlessly a good two metres away from where I’d been standing. The part of me that wasn’t pretty sure I was about to have to run for my life from a fluff monster was silently pretty impressed that some of this jumping stuff they’re trying to teach us at TKD is beginning to take hold.
I’m not really much of a jumper in my every-day life… In fact, it’s something that I’ve been having real issues with at TKD – one of the reason’s I just don’t feel ready to grade is that the next time I do I’m going to be in the realm of jumping kicks, and flying kicks, and quite frankly I’m just not built for it.
It seems, however, that I just need the right motivation.
Drier lint, lurking in shadows, is apparently it.