I was completely destroyed by Chuck tonight in our personal training session tonight. Worked me to the point that I got a bit giddy - which might be because I worked from the office and hadn't eaten. I feel like He's worked my back and shoulders into oblivion - and when I call him a bad and nasty man, he just laughs at me.
So, I don't feel like writing.
I have things to plan and masticate. These include:
- Going to buy a few more white candles for the ritual on the way home from the dentist tomorrow.
- Working out if I'm just going to sloth around in my pyjamas and dressing gown at the retreat
- Pondering retribution on Chuck after he drove me into the ground today.
- Stop feeling guilty about leaving Lucifer at home alone for two days (He is being fed twice a day while I'm away)
- And thinking about what to write on retreat, or do I take a book and camp out in front of the fire for the weekend and bugger the writing.
Regardless, not feeling it tonight, so that's that. Time to put some clothes in a pile for the weekend.
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