I've somehow become...

...a DAILY EXERCISER. I've done some kind of exercise almost every day for the last 41 days.

I realised yesterday it had become a habit when an early evening engagement was unexpectedly cancelled. I thought: 'great! now I have time to fit in a swim'.

So it seems it's part of my life now. Fingers crossed. So far it's had a tangible effect on my mind only. I still look like a sedentary type. But I feel good. And that's what counts.

Day 42, here I come!

what does this mean?

Why are you in my dreams? Not every night, but bizarrely often. Why do I see you but avoid 'running in to you' in a Vietnamese restaurant? I'm not even sure I like you. I don't even know you. But that's what one gets when one gives a cocaine-fuelled blow job to an acquaintance on a Melbourne winter's night.

I will ponder further.