So there’s a downside of moving in with one of your best mates who’s into the gym. He kinda insists on you going. So today we signed up with Snap Fitness. Did a chest workout, needless to say, this is something I need to get used to. I won’t lie, I feel a little inferior. I suppose this is where I attempt to fill my head with positive thoughts like “No pain. no gain”, “It won’t happen over night, but it will happen.”
However, right now, I just want to pig out on junk food and continue watching Buffy. But that’s the problem, no junk food and it looks like my housemate is insistent on going to The Wickham Hotel for karaoke.
A night of listening to some decent singers, and a few not so decent singers.
I need wine.
Crap I have arms tomorrow. Wombat, you will be the death of me!