I’ve been working too hard. How can I tell? My arms hurt. My left wrist and elbow have been complaining for a while and my right wrist has just chimed in. It all comes of sitting bunched up over the laptop. Quite possibly reading in bed doesn’t help, but I prefer to blame work…
I did, in fact, go to the gym on Tuesday. I worked out for all of, ah, 30 minutes, I think. Anyway, I’m sure it’s better than nothing. I might go back tonight. Only part of the reason I didn’t stay longer was that A. I didn’t like their cross-trainers (I found it impossible to get a smooth movement on them, it could just be me, of course) and B. they don’t seem to have a Pace room (I like Pace). So maybe I should make an effort to go this weekend instead, when I’m back in Oslo.
I’ve been called back for a second interview for a job that I really, really want. Did I mention that I hate interviews? I’m sure they’re character building, but who wants a character? I like me the way I am.
Music in my head: Escape (Yes; Enrique Iglesias. I need help.)