Heh.

Just got back from watching Juno with my mum. It was pretty good. I mean, it has Michael Cera and Ellen Page in it, how wrong could they go??

I really dig her, actually. I loved her in Hard Candy, as fucked up as it was (and it really was). She was so cool.

OK, please excuse this fagmented post, I have had so much caffeine this evening it's pretty much unbelieveable. I can't stop talking, and when I do stop talking I notice how fast my thoughts are going. It's kind of crazy. Reminds me of this time when I was in high school...Before I started smoking pot...And I found these No-Doz my mother had, lol, I'd been drinking Pepsi all night anyhow, so I figured, "hey, more caffeine couldn't possibly do much harm". No real harm done, I just sat up with this pain in my chest all night.

My feet and Achilles are sore. I've been using our not-often-used treadmill. I figured that because we've got training this week (hurrah), I should go for a few light runs to kick things on so I'm not to still on Thursday night. Fair call. But not so clever when you haven't done anything physical for the last four months or so. Clever boi. I'd have gone walking/running outside like normal people, but it was too cold yesterday and I didn't want to be outside today. Five minutes each time at 4.5km and five minutes each time at 7km. Not too strenuous for normal people, but for lazies like me, kind of a big deal.

God, can't believe I've actually spent time talking about being physical. In ways other than sex. 

I've been thinking of getting to be a little more active anyhow, but I think doing anything extra would be redundant. I mean, I'm on my feet and up and down stairs all day at work and soccer training starts on Thursday night, plus games later on. Yeah, I think I'll be set. A few runs on the treadmill a week should do me.

Next thing to take care of is my eating habits. But again, of course, I've rationalised that away with the amount of physical exercise I've been doing with work. 

Geez. Before I talk about everything else running through my head right now, I'm going to kick on and find something on the interweb that can hold my tiny, gnat-like attention for a while.

P.S. I wish I had pot.