Trisomal Tues.

Went in yesterday for to get some blood flowing. Bleh. Not sleeping for the antecedent week and about a pound of exotic cheese with the compulsory bottle of red the evening before did nothing at all for my climbing ability. i went in to send a couple of routes i'd been too tired to send during the comp, and found myself falling off of stuff i'd sent already. we're talkin' Parkinson's guy with a hangover. Anyhow, i did pull it together a bit toward the end, and accidentally sent a route i really didn't think i had the guns to do. Turns out there's a kind of numb, weightless zen to be found in getting so angry and so fed-up with oneself that the thought of breaking is no longer a factor. 'Course, shortly thereafter i botched a 0+, and i left in shame.