My training got placed on hiatus for a while now. The Honbu Dojo is being relocated to a bigger place, and practice have been canceled for an entire month. I took advantage of this time and dropped my sword time to a minimum, and focused on my studies. At first, it was nice to have a few extra hours for homework, but I think the side effects of this decision are kicking in. I don't know how to describe it- I am not angry, I am not upset, I am not even sad. But lately I felt very aggressive in my day to day life. I find myself often drifting off into fantasies of pleasurable violence mid-class. Daydreams that involve hacking off limbs of my enemies became my favorite pastime in biology. To spice up my Oceanography class, I rehearse the many different ways I know how to cut into a man. Even as I am writing this, I am smiling because I get to think about blood. Wee! blood!!! This Friday I am meeting a few old sword/naginata-friends for a small sparring session, I am looking froward to blasted knuckled and swollen shins! I just pray that it will suffice until mid March when the dojo reopens.

Oh sweet crackle of the Shinai, how I miss you~