Writing by Sheridan on Thursday, 1 of April , 2010 at 10:46 am
Easter is here and the supermarkets are crowded with idiots. I have enough chocolate supplies to last so I should be ok. In terms of local news, there is only so much, most of which can be expressed in dot points:
-I hurt my arm trying to be a swim hero. Who saw that coming? Who knew you use your arm for so many things? I have a guy who’s sorting it all out, hopefully. Either way, we have a very nice chat and I get to leave work for half an hour. It’s a win-win.
-Missed the last triathlon due to above. Now I have to wait nearly a year to go again. Plenty of training time to knock off that bitch at the top of the pack. (I’m coming for you.)
-Work continues. I am having loyalty issues with the various coffee distributors in the region, and have boycotted the coffee machine at work.**
-New bike needs shoes and pedals. I found some really ace shoes called ‘The Dominator’ or similar. Possibly not made anymore, but I will seek out shoes with a cool-sounding name. It’ll remind me how cool I really am as I lay in the gutter after one of probably many stationary falls.
-Uni goes on. Many assessment tasks looming. Mounds of paperwork in various rooms of the house. I’m having a fun time in class as we have cool tutors who do strange things and can somehow back them up with science. I’m fascinated.
-The gym is still there. I go to it often (like a secret lover of sorts). Swimming, in particular, has completely annihilated any body-related inhibitions I used to have. I have no problem getting my kit off. (Just so there isn’t a rush at the gym, I don’t swim completely naked. Just to clarify).
-I’m not sure what to do next. Moving house is on the cards. It’s a bit pricey here and I want to do something else with my money. I spend only a little time here. If the university gods allow, I may take a side-step next year into a different course. Or I might run off to Peru with a goat-herdsman’s son. Who knows?
** Disclaimer – Ms Brown appreciates the value of place of employment’s coffee machine and extols it’s virtues daily. She will not, however, suckle at it’s milky teat. Ever.
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