It was my first day off of four yesterday and it began, for me, when I woke at around 14:30 in the afternoon with the beginnings of a sore throat. I guess it must have something to do with the really changeable weather at the moment (bright sunshine one minute, pissing down the next). I thought it was just typical that it should begin on my days off.
Because it was late, I decided that I didn't want to rush down to the gym immediately and so waited until the evening to go. I've probably mentioned before that I don't like going when it is really busy. I got there at around 19:45 and as I walked through the turnstyles I saw a nice looking guy about to leave. We caught each others eye and nodded an acknowledgement to each other. I thought nothing more of it until I was half way through changing and noticed that he was in the (packed) changing room staring at me. I wasn't sure if I should be flattered or scared. I chose the former, finished getting changed and then spoke to him outside the changing rooms (for a bit more privacy).
He's an Aussie living over here and we established that we normally both get to the gym in the afternoons, so I expect I will be seeing him there at some point over the next couple of days. He seemed nice. Oh, and his name is James (in case you are interested, or in case I forget which is more likely!).
My work out was less productive. I did see Nick and spoke to him for a bit and there were a few guys there for me to say hello to as well (i.e. guys that I've had fun with before), but it was still too busy for my liking, especially in the free weight area, which was packed solid for the whole hour I was there.
I had hoped that going to the gym so late would help make me tired enough to sleep properly last night (getting over my night shift mode), but it didn't. Not even with the help of a wank! I only managed to doze all night, constantly waking up (especially when someone from the pub, kept coming up into the flat between 02:00 and 03:00), the door slams shut each time rattling my door and the walls.
I forced myself to get up at 09:00 this morning though and hopefully I will be back to normal for tonight.
I'm just going to try and figure out what I want to do today now:
Cutting my hair is a necessity.
Going to the Barbican for a surrealism exhibition is a possibility (unless I can persuade Tim to go on Saturday that is).
Gym this afternoon.
And searching for some peppermint oil to try and deter the mice I think.
The weather is pretty crap again, so that rules out basking in the sun unfortunately!!
See ya!
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sore throat, cold, flu, cold sore...
I miss walking by the Barbican each day...
Though I still visit of a weekend!! Hoorah. I love the theatres there.
ahoj
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