Panic

Well HELLO. Whenever I type "hello" in all caps, you know what it makes me think of? "Hello my name is..." tags. Not sure. Probably because on the tag, I think it's in all caps. I don't necessarily try to memorize what a "Hello my name is..." tag looks like though. My time is far to valuable to waste on things such as that. I have other important, and less fun matters to attend to. Like finding my Karate uniform. Haha. 

SO last night around 11:30 pm to 12 am I realize I need to wash my Gi. (Not sure how to spell that. It's what my sensei calls it.) So I do the usual and walk back to my room to get it out of my back pack when I see my Karate pants on the floor next to my bed; and it all floods back. Karate, Dairy Queen, watching guys wrestle in the parking lot of Lowes, being thrown on the ground, coming home, getting straight in bed, and falling straight asleep to the sound of my own breathing. I could have easily just have said I slept in my Karate pants but that wouldn't have the effect I wanted it to. ANYWAYS. So I still look in my backpack and CRAP. (In the nicest way possible) All that's in there is(not crap, but...)my undershirt and lovely white belt. Then I completely go mental thinking I left it in the bathroom at my Dojo. Which actually wasn't mental at all, because that's exactly what I did. So I got it this morning and the panic of explaining to my Sensei of how I lost half of my Gi has vanished into somewhat hot, air. Have you been outside? It's like a sauna with... the sun. So while I am still beat tired from trying to hopelessly find my Karate uniform, and my stomach muscles are still in a lot of pain, somehow all is well... or will be once the weekend starts. :)