The fight starts before the armor, before you pick up your stick, and before you step onto the field. It begins with an individual that is devoted to himself and understands the gravity of taking up arms against his fellow man.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

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Was in a horrible mood yesterday not wanting to practice, still sulking over the muscle fatigue in my arm, and just over all angry at the world. Was yelled at by housemate that I always drag him out when he is being a whinney mess and ends up having a good time so I should get my ass in gear. So I dragged myself of the couch and into the car. Ended up having a better night than expected. Here's to motivational yelling, hurray.

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