Yeah. So sorry for whinging so much yesterday. I'm a whiner. I'm a narcissistic, egocentric person (actually, I'm good with that, but I just need to curb the whining).I had a really great time with Po and Coco in her swank new pad in East Van on Friday night. I haven't been very social lately and it was really nice to hang out with people that a) have something interesting to say, b) don't judge and c) seem to genuinely care about me. And d) have Stilton cheese. Oh my god. Oh my god. Like I need another addiction...
And then today. I mean, no plans, just a coffee, a random stroll around the neighbourhood, some dinner and a little television. It was a brilliant afternoon. Sometimes I push the boundaries of things, but on days like today I really have to wonder what more one could possibly want. Besides more Stilton cheese. Oh, and that Marechal Foch was goddamn excellent too.
But the main point to remember here is that I don't want to do the 8am clinic tomorrow. Because I don't want to get up in 7.5 hours. I just don't. wanna. I know I should. Plus we're doing a little social afterwards. Murgh.
All this Chinese food, sleeping, wine drinking and fucking around is interfering with my running.
I'll totally give up the Chinese food.
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