I just got back from the gym and had a hot shower, hence I'm not expecting any of this to make much sense. Monday was scorcher, and between that, my weird-ass compound, my scabby top-lip and a generic poor mood, I wasn't exactly a barrel of laughs. Today was slightly better, it was much cooler, I talked to my supervisor about the compound and the zapping marks are slowly fading.
Red called and we organized to do dinner with Jules tomorrow at Little Saigon, so it should be good to see a few people together (Susan is still in Sydney). I'm wanting to get my hair done etc, and might try tomorrow. I haven't seen Tim in ages and keep wanting to catch up for coffee.
Ok, I'll try to be more interesting tomorrow, right now I just need to sleep…
I've been reading through my old paper diary. This has been written on and off again in since 1995 and therefore technically counts as my earliest writings. They're not very good (5 years later I'm still very consistent in that regard) and there's a gap between 1995 and 1998, so it doesn't count for all that much really. However, it did get me thinking about how long it took me to take up my position on the starters block, much shorter than the actual race itself.
I have also been thinking about posting some old boi pics, I really do mean the worst ones from the last 10 years. I want to do this, because people rave about how good I look, but they don't know what I've had to look in the mirror and see for the previous 24 years and which has been burnt into my brain. I know it's easy to change the outside, it's much harder to change "the mind's eye".
Anyway, this may or may not eventuate, and certainly any photos will be hidden away (possibly on another site entirely) and I'll only give the URL to friends who specifically ask. Give me a week or so…