Not much of anything.

Well, my latisimus dorsi (sp) have joined my biceps in revolt. I slept for three hours this evening so, likely as not, I'll be seeing the sunrise before I feel sleepy again. Damn exercise! But one benefit is that my mood is generally more stable when I'm working out than not. My trainer also thinks that I'm physically stronger and more centred than I used to be; not sure she's right but it's nice to hear :)

I had a long entry planned but I'm suddenly starving. So ta-ta for now. Perhaps I'll upload some more user pics tonight...hee we get 15 now! And now LJ can be updated by 'phone; for some reason that makes me think of Judy Jetson talking to that diary robot that used to follow her 'round.

Edit.
When one is hungry it is best to give in and have a proper meal instead of grazing for hours. :( Oh well! The agency I'm registered with is submitting my stuff for an HR job. So I might be going for an interview soon...hate that because they always ask the same question, "Do you see yourself with us longterm?"

This could mean a return to the structured eight hour workday; more money but less freedom. I suppose it had to happen someday, I'm hardly getting any younger. Ugh, why can't I just win the lottery and open a bookstore in a little seaside community somewhere?

My mum and one of my best friends are doing water aerobics together. Not good! They have already begun to conspire to get me to join them. Weight training is actually harder work but at least I don't have to deal with peppy, happy people yelling, "Ready? Ok! Let's go!"

Anyway, there must be some spam. Tonight we have a special treat; along with the usual footie menu we are featuring elf spam!

( Is that a panty (well undies) line? )

( Those eyes! )

( One day even little Christian will look back and say, My parents were such dorks. )

( Elves! )