Become a kung fu master.

I hate being sick. Coughing up phlegm and unable to do the one thing that would really make me feel better, doing form after form in my living room but what I really want is my Sifu, telling me to do it over and over again, awesome, beautiful, more chi, train harder, but instead I’m in my living room kicking and striking and coughing like mad, spitting into the trash can and not getting my fellows sick, because it’s all I can do.

Damn New York in winter.

And leaving my current Sifu. Which is distressing, because I can’t imagine a more awesome Sifu. I may have to come back and visit him. Sigh.