so I was in a craptastic mood last night at scrimmage. I tried to turn that in to pure, unbridled rage against the other team. I think it actually just turned me into Bitter Sullen Kicktoria, which is less than useless. I need to work on that.
(There was one jam, however, where our jammer needed to get through and I just turned into ARGH I AM GOING TO FUCK WITH YOU, BLOCKER ON THE OTHER TEAM! AND NOW I AM GOING TO FUCK WITH YOU, OTHER BLOCKER ON THE OTHER TEAM! GARRRRRRRRARRRRRRR! I don't know if it helped her or not, but I felt better afterwards.)
Everyone loved the jammer covers. I screwed up my serger Wednesday night - I totally fucked up rethreading it, which resulted in a broken needle AND deep gouges in BOTH knives, so I have to hope Roy can resharpen the knives otherwise I have to spend, like, $50 to get new ones.
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