What's To Come?

I'm on the first day off of 4 and when I woke up this morning I found that my internet connection had decided to stop working. It had power, all the leads were connected and the phone line was working, but it just would not connect to the internet. I was getting very frustrated (especially as it seems to do this at least once every year). I kept trying the same things but they were obviously not working, so I gave up and worked on my LGBT database. By 13:00 it still wasn't working so I tried all the leads again and voila it worked. I got on to Facebook and then it crashed again. I was just about to throw it out of the window when instead I tried it one more time and luckily it has been on ever since (fingers crossed!).

This Flat From Hell is also infested with mice. My flatmate Alex has seen several and I have seen evidence of them having been on the kitchen work surfaces several times (droppings, food being eaten, sawdust where they have eaten through the skirting boards etc). The landlord Oscar has said that a pest control guy is coming in, but we shall have to wait and see what happens.

I've been to the gym this afternoon, though I hate to admit that, although I didn't love it before, it is now becoming a bit of a chore (not that I have any social life to draw me away from my only pastime: i.e. the gym). While I was in there I kept seeing this very sexy guy. About 6' 2", short dark hair, black t-shirt, big (though not massive) arms and handsome. He looked in my general direction several times, but I could get no reaction when I smiled back.
When I had finished and showered I went into the steam room and there he was. Wrapped in just a towel (unfortunately) showing off his beautiful hairy chest with a small tattoo on his left pectoral. It was just the two of us in there and if I could have caught his eye for just a second I was going to try and start a conversation, but he sat there close-eyed almost the whole time. I am almost certain that he was getting aroused and just as I noticed this someone else came into the steam room and he left and went to the showers. I waited a couple of minutes before I left myself and showered in the only cubicle left, which happened to be the one next to his (pure coincidence, though I probably would have chosen that one anyway). He left the showers before me and when I went back to the changing rooms he had either already gone, was in the furthest part of the changing rooms or had gone for a swim. Such a shame because he was the physical representation of what I am looking for in a guy: masculine, big-built without being overly muscular and good-looking without being pretty or intimidatingly handsome. I wonder if he will be there tomorrow too?
Subsequently though I am now feeling as horny as hell and so am tempted to head out tonight for drinks, but I will try and be strong as Thursdays always seem to be a better night out, especially if I am going to be drinking alone again.