it's sunday morning, nearly 9am (there is a slight time difference between north london time and BlogTime... go figure).
I've been up for a half hour or so. My friend Tom texted me at 0830 and said he'd emailed me a pic, so I forwent Letter from America (on Radio 4) to come get my mail.
I have a dilemma. (another one, I hear you say?) I promised myself i would go to the gym today before i go out at 11am. it's 9ish, i'm up, i'm not doing anything else, but the compulsion is to go back to bed, watch TV, call some friends. anything, in fact, except the gym. partly becuase now everyone else has made new year's resolutions (mine's not, honest, I've promised myself this for like two years) you can't get on a f***ing machine for skinny people in matching kit who don't sweat.
aaarrrrggggghh. I need my mummy. i need someone else to make the decision for me. i need someone to TELL me what to do (but more about that whole control thing later).
OK OK... I'm going. I'm not. I am. He loves me. He loves me not. bugger it. I'm off. see you later. oh, and get out of bed lazy. xxx
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