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Back from Malaysia and right into a complicated PSA story...what a life.

The competition went alright I guess, right up to the final when my legs, and more specifically my right glute, ran out of gas and decided that 2nd place was enough.

A 7th and 2nd in two weeks is alright I suppose...if nothing else at least I have room for improvement next year. Heh.

The end-of-competition playtime went alright although I ended the evening early after embarrassing myself in customary fashion by attempting ping-pong and boxing...neither my strong suits. At least I got a bit of sun the next day which was nice.

And so I'm left with the rest of the year to sort my life out. Not the easiest thing to do. Why do I always seek out complications and heartpain whenever I can ? I must be dumb or something. More likely dumb.

And so it goes that I feel stomped on. Again. My goodness I must be a masochist. It's funny how the nicest things always come with a catch. Always that damn catch.

So where do I go from here ? A tailspin of alcohol-fuelled haze and other destructive behaviour seems to be top of the list at the moment. At least that kinda numbs out everything out. Oh well...at least for the next couple of weeks then.

See y'all when I get out.

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