A good holiday. I’m away from the sweat of the London Underground. I don’t have to check my email every 10 minutes, mostly because I’m not connected to the internet all the time. I get to indulge in blogging and Starbucks. I can have a lie in if I choose to, but I can’t because my body has forgotten how to. Eight hours and I’m straight out of bed. Damn you work.
I’ve not ventured beyond:
- My uncle’s house, where I sleep and get my meals cooked
- The mall, where I bought Rock Band for the Wii
- My cousin’s house, for whom I bought Rock Band and where the Wii is located
- The (other) mall, where I write about how amazing Rock Band is and how I play it for hours every day
I did venture out of the house to go for a run yesterday. I thought that running at 3pm in 25+ degree heat and high humidity would be a good way to train for the half-marathon. I should have played Rock Band instead.