The infection has been removed. The soul of this machine has improved.
What can I say? I can't complain. Well, I can, and pretty well when I want to, but this is not one of those times. Its been a pretty decent bunch of days in the in my world.
The most recent weekend past I caught up with the lovely MissEllie and the eloquent Ampersand to share a few drinks and have a general chinwag. It was a good night with one important lesson, when leaving work on a Friday I should go and get something to eat.
The following eve I help warm a friend's house. She's asian so the food was on. We stayed up late watching dodgy werewolf movies and watching another friend drink himself silly for no reason. I had decided to drive so my intake and silliness was therefore limited. I gave the aforementioned intoxcated friend a lift home where his moods jumped around from super emo, to rather violent, finishing at rather dopey. Its a good thing he's a good mate otherwise I wouldn't put up with that shit.
The weekend previous the Perth crew met up at the Flying Scotsman, and it was great to see some folks I hadn't in while and good to meet two new peeps as we tucked into the pints and pizza. Good times.
On the running front, I seem to have switched to the evening. This may be a cunning ploy by my brain in which to make use of the upcoming summer time zone. It could also be that I am, in fact, too fucking lazy to get out of bed at 6AM.
Don't mind these, its just my motivation.
P.S. Roots Bloody Roots is the best song to pick you up when your flagging in the middle of a run.
What can I say? I can't complain. Well, I can, and pretty well when I want to, but this is not one of those times. Its been a pretty decent bunch of days in the in my world.
The most recent weekend past I caught up with the lovely MissEllie and the eloquent Ampersand to share a few drinks and have a general chinwag. It was a good night with one important lesson, when leaving work on a Friday I should go and get something to eat.
The following eve I help warm a friend's house. She's asian so the food was on. We stayed up late watching dodgy werewolf movies and watching another friend drink himself silly for no reason. I had decided to drive so my intake and silliness was therefore limited. I gave the aforementioned intoxcated friend a lift home where his moods jumped around from super emo, to rather violent, finishing at rather dopey. Its a good thing he's a good mate otherwise I wouldn't put up with that shit.
The weekend previous the Perth crew met up at the Flying Scotsman, and it was great to see some folks I hadn't in while and good to meet two new peeps as we tucked into the pints and pizza. Good times.
On the running front, I seem to have switched to the evening. This may be a cunning ploy by my brain in which to make use of the upcoming summer time zone. It could also be that I am, in fact, too fucking lazy to get out of bed at 6AM.
Don't mind these, its just my motivation.
P.S. Roots Bloody Roots is the best song to pick you up when your flagging in the middle of a run.
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How serious were you about finding me a chicken treat?
'cause I haven't had one yet.......
Also, and possibly more importantly, thank you for a fantastic Saturday night.
No, really. T'was tops.