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I slept badly and woke up at 5 A.M. I'd set my alarm clock for 6.30 because I wanted to go swimming before work. For the next hour & a half I tossed and turned, ate an apple and a clementine, drank two glasses of water and heard the rumbling trains nearby.
When the alarm clock rang, I put on my clothes and left the apartment. The city was still completely dark and there was nobody on the streets apart from the occasional street cleaner. I thought of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
erzibet, tranversing the gloom in Bristol on her way to work.
A small crowd of people were waiting outside the gym - it hadn't opened yet. As soon as the barrier was lifted, we rushed inside as if the swimming pool were made of the best mineral water in the world. I put on my swimming trunks, took a shit, washed my hands, washed my body (and my crack) and dove in.
The lane was busy and I kept getting caught behind the annoying idiots who don't know the difference between fast lane and slow lane. Eventually, most of them cleared out and I was able to finish off my set in a spectacular splash of arms and legs.
Took a shower jammed inbetween a ginger bloke and an old black man who was soaking himself up with his underwear on. When I got outside, the sky was slightly pink and there were birds everywhere. I bought a loaf of white bread which had just been baked, a strawberry yogurt and a 2-pint bottle of milk.
I listened to the radio eating my breakfast and thought about calling in sick. I felt so good that it seemed like a shame to waste the rest of the day at work... but I have bills to pay and an airplane ticket to book. So here I am, close to the end of my lunch hour, about to dive back into more filing and email-replying.
[Poll #416484]
When the alarm clock rang, I put on my clothes and left the apartment. The city was still completely dark and there was nobody on the streets apart from the occasional street cleaner. I thought of
erzibet, tranversing the gloom in Bristol on her way to work. A small crowd of people were waiting outside the gym - it hadn't opened yet. As soon as the barrier was lifted, we rushed inside as if the swimming pool were made of the best mineral water in the world. I put on my swimming trunks, took a shit, washed my hands, washed my body (and my crack) and dove in.
The lane was busy and I kept getting caught behind the annoying idiots who don't know the difference between fast lane and slow lane. Eventually, most of them cleared out and I was able to finish off my set in a spectacular splash of arms and legs.
Took a shower jammed inbetween a ginger bloke and an old black man who was soaking himself up with his underwear on. When I got outside, the sky was slightly pink and there were birds everywhere. I bought a loaf of white bread which had just been baked, a strawberry yogurt and a 2-pint bottle of milk.
I listened to the radio eating my breakfast and thought about calling in sick. I felt so good that it seemed like a shame to waste the rest of the day at work... but I have bills to pay and an airplane ticket to book. So here I am, close to the end of my lunch hour, about to dive back into more filing and email-replying.
[Poll #416484]
