Don't work too hard

I should be writing about my infamous great grandfather instead of being distracted by bloggery. Daylight savings was last weekend, and for some reason it's tired me out a tad. Or perhaps it was the mad scramble to get my papers finished today. Or perhaps it is having a foreign entity in my space the last few nights. Apparently I snore. I find it hard to believe that suddenly at the age of 25 I have taken on the habit of snoring.

Louby is always sending me email forwards at work, and notwithstanding the fact I love her to bits, I am indiscriminate in my instant deletion of forwards. Usually because they say some bullshit like if you don't forward this on to 37 different people in the next 60 seconds you will be struck down by lightning before your next birthday. But the reference to NY city caught my eye (I'm completely enamoured with the idea of being there. There and Southern Italy and Vietnam and Japan.) So I read this and was suitably repulsed. Ugghhh.

The gym instructor with the bandanas and the six pack came and adjusted me while we were doing abs tonight (that one where you are parallel to the floor balancing on your clenched fists and feet like a bridge). I got a flirtatious little twin tweak on the ass at the end of the adjustment which makes me suspect my standing right up at the front staring at her in awe has been rewarded. Oh, i'm just fucking around. It's my blog, I can if I want.

Tiny hint of trouble in paradise the other night, as a result of aforesaid foreign entity imposed in my space for a sustained period I think between certain hours that were just not etiquette. Unfortunately me throwing my toys ever so gently resulted in flowers and chocolate, and him making an effort to bond with the flatmates. One of the flatmates suggested this was not a good learning experience for me.....