I'm on a train to Scotchland. I'm a bit stressed this week so I'm avoiding customer service on board. I brought some M&S goodies a kings cross before I boarded, so all I need to do is sit, shit and eat. I have left this girl in charge on my business an my life untill monday. Am I afraid ? Maybe a little
but I do trust her. God knows why.
My giving up weekday drinking is suffering a little . Mostly because I just plain like drinking. I have cut down big time on the fags though, and I don't now drink unless I'm socialising. Granted thats still quite a lot, almost every day in fact but hey, nobodys perfect, right ?
Despite the occasional tipple the training is going well. I have a personal trainer now. And she's a cold, hard, bitch. Fine for training, but I'm a little scared it might turn me the full gay after a few weeks. So I intend to put in a good hour of solid boob staring after each session.
The best thing about running is all the new gadgets I can buy. The more wires the better I think. Also the shoes. I'm having to look after my feet a lot better now, so they are starting to look less like leper feet day by day. Even the smell is going.
Hope everyone has a nice time at Sky's thing. I'm a bit jealous but I do get to spend my Sunday with these reprobates. Should be fun to have a picnic in rain with a bunch of drunken retards.
On the house front I''ve found somewhere at last. Its only temporary and very small but
it's nice. And its right next to the place I'm having my birthday.
Time for tubby bye-bye
Bye-Bye Bye-Bye
I'm going to hit the bulk-up suppliments and challenge you to a see-saw rematch next time.