somehow aiming for the knots on the bedpost with my strap made me a little less lonely. i got three sounds out of it. a tapping, a meatier tapping, and a nice THWAK. I strapped my left upper thigh until it was red and very stingy. some memories of childhood without the fear. the yelling. the insults. i snacked on an asian pear in between short sessions.
tired from the day, i learned only 3 new knots. and they are all ugly compared to the book. ill have to keep practicing.