Whatever fantastic force I managed to drag out of myself on Monday was not to be found today. My best guess is that by being aware of such a feeling within me, I approached the evenings fencing looking for it and, in so doing, didn’t call it forth. In spite of failing to be on in the way that I was on Monday, I wasn’t particularly off and had a fine time. Unfortunately, today I seem to have picked up more injuries than any other day; meh, battle scars, oh well. I think that I’m going to have to take a step back and see if I can’t reapproach this mental issue with a more naieve outlook on Friday.