I resume fight training on Friday/Saturday. Actually, full-on, boxing fight training. I'm not competing or even fighting, but I told my trainer to essentially pretend that I am and give me the same level of training. I want to learn to fight properly, so I think I've just opened the opportunity for him to break me.

You guys, he's so damned excited. I think it's the money, though.

It's scary how excited he is. But, maybe, that'll mean that I'll hit my goal of 200 lbs by Feb 2013. And that I'll be able to knock out some homophobic idiot. If it comes to that. Either way, shooting for sexy coon, and I gave him permission to push me towards whatever route that is to make sexy fighter coon.

Now, I just need robotics.