Well...

[silveradept]

...so I saw someone on Monday. He said I should take an MRI. That's Friday. Then, I'll be seeing him again Monday after next... which I have a sneaking suspicion is the day that someone from out West flies in.

Played around a bit last night at broomball. Had fun. Did okay, even though it was only officially a scrimmage. I scored a couple of goals. Yay me.

And my Unlimited Saga progress... continues. I can't really figure out whether I'm making progress or not at this game. Oh, well. The adventures are generally pretty fun to do, so I'm just gonna keep playing it bit by bit until I finish off a story. Could take a while. A very long while.

And there are those papers, too. So I suppose it's not gonna happen anytime soon.

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[torakiyoshi.livejournal.com]

I don't know about anyone flying, but I do know a tiger who will be training in on the Sunday after next.

-=TK

[silveradept]

And since they don't have Maglevs here as best I know, you won't be training that quickly, either...

[torakiyoshi.livejournal.com]

Alas for bullet trains! :(

-=TK

[miyabiarashi.livejournal.com]

MRI? That doesn't mean anything bad, does it?

Just asking because I had a really odd dream about you last night...

[silveradept]

The orthopedist flexed things and told me the X-rays I had done before going off to Pasadena didn't show anything up, and since I didn't yelp to any of his flexings, he wonders whether or not it might be a cartilage thing, so I'm getting an MRI.

What was this dream you had that weirded you out so?

[miyabiarashi.livejournal.com]

Well, you were dead and in a glass coffin while dressed in this ornate red band uniform with epaulets. Gold epaulets. And someone claiming to be your mother was sitting by it crying.

It was weird as hell.

[silveradept]

Considering you've met my mother, I can see where that would be weird.

As for a band uniform... I'm not wholly surprised. The galss coffin thing, though, I wonder about. Definitely a weird dream. I'm half-tempted to try and analyze it for my own kicks.