Walking Wounded

Ack. I'm a total casualty for so many reasons. My left arm is still itchin' from being throughly gone over by Erik the tattoo artist, and Thursday night just did for me. After I'd dragged myself over to Garscube for Kempo practice I went directly out on the pish with almost everyone I've ever seen at the QM. Now, apart from the ribs where Chris was punching me repeatedly (Kempo) and the scab on the back of my ear (alcohol) I can't remember which injuries I picked up where. Extra Kempo practice on Saturday helped, until the next morning. I should go swimming.