Amusing story involving late night running and a rape alarm to follow.
Fags smoked: 1.5
Booze comsumed: One glass of red wine.
Women inadvertantly terrified: 1
People you've called a cunt since quitting smoking: 5
Where does it hurt: My shins.
Are you scared: Not as much as I was.
It's getting easier. Might have to make things more difficult next week.
Friday, 18 April 2008
Training, Day Five.
Labels:
drinking,
my massive ego,
paranoia,
pointless things,
Ruuuuuuuuuun,
smoking
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