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on the way up to practice, i stopped to pick up some new work shirts (yeah for no-iron button down shirts that you can abuse!) and it took longer than I expected. As I was driving away from the store I realized the shirt I had worn to work that day was on its last legs...it had ground in dirt stains around the cuffs and was starting to look a little scruffy. I found a very small hole in the arm...and that made up my mind. It had to go. I made the hole in the arm bigger. I ripped the arm off of my shirt...it was *very* satisfying. Ripping clothes off = fun!

I had an undershirt on so no worries on that account...

I got to practice a bit late and found out we were still outdoors, which sucked as the light was fading fast...I was tired so I decided not to armor up since I wouldn't get too many bouts in anyways. Instead I talked to Christian about the sword he's making me (he's much easier to talk to in person than over email, etc.) [yeah! new sword! yeah!]

went to go home, stopped at target on the way, discovered my inner girlie girl, got home, collapsed.