I flew in late on Monday. Out late Tuesday: class, then I had company at home preventing me from doing real stuff. Home at 8 on Wednesday. Out late last night: class. Out late tonight: beer, then board games, then sobering up, then preparing for finals next week.

There is an ideal and I'm going to reach for it. There is an ideal and I'm going to try. Sorry, I had to get a little "Olivia Tremor Control" there.

It might sound silly for me to think childish thoughts like these, but I'm so tired of acting tough. I'm going to do what I please. I'm practicing.

Seriously, I think it will be about 10 hours to complete this one assignment for Thursday, 3 hours for another on Thursday, and then some large amount of studying for the tests on Tuesday and Thursday. So, I have a busy home life until Thursday. I've had a busy home life since March. It's wreaking havoc on my snatching progress. I'm going to have to revise my goals. 2 month layoff, not even going back to a regular schedule yet, it'll probably be a while to get back to where I was, so I would've lost at least three months on the progress. And then I'm still not sure how long it really would take to get up to a bodyweight snatch. Let's say that I'll test one year from today. Deal. Who knows? If it's too hard, nothing's riding on it, I just need something with a date on it to shoot for. If it's too easy, well, nothing about a bodyweight snatch is easy.