Still going...

My efforts to get fitter by getting up early and swimming are still going! Though I did sleep in until 7am on Saturday and Sunday.

I've got a nice little dresser for under my lounge window for putting stuff in and on, so happy with that.

On the downside the bad noise coming from my car was apparently my right wheel brake trying to tell me that there isn't much left in it so I'll have to get that fixed. And the first I could get in was on Wednesday so I missed the thing I wanted to go to on Monday night :(.

Given that I lost the arial at Genghiscon, so have very little ability to listen to things in the car now apart from the grinding brakes, I'm seriously considering getting a new car. I have had this one a decade now, and it wasn't new when I got it.

Good thing I joined the gym, as I won't be able to use turning corners to keep my arm muscles up once I get power steering.

My new regime...

Well, I had an absolute blast at Genghiscon, got my mind fried by MST3K, had a go at archery, played some games I hadn't played in ages, played some more games I hadn't played at all (I never got to be a werewolf though). Attended some fun panels. Was exposed to the weirdest 'reality tv' show I have ever come across. Drawn Together - following a number of different cartoon characters sharing a house. That only begins to describe its oddness.

Food was great! They kept feeding us! Lots of snacks and drinks to buy for those that needed them (tea & coffee gratis), but those who were staying over (nice big rooms by the way) got breakfast thrown in, including cooked breakfast, which was a ante up from last year. So, we fortified ourselves at breakfast and what with the jaffa pies on friday night, the BBQ on saturday night and the Grant Stone morning tea (with scones) on saturday morning, I only went out for food once.

The only downside to the breakfast was that the cooked stuff was only available between 7am and 8:30am, so I found myself waking up at 6am (before my alarm went off) and figured I might as well get up and ready and off for food. On the sunday morning I finished the short short story competition entry I'd started the previous night between 6:30am and 7am. Normally I'd expect to be a zombie if awake at this hour, but I felt amazingly cheerful. The really odd thing is, I've kept it up. The last 3 days since I got home, I've been waking up at 6am, going for a swim and getting some other things done before work. Now if only the tv channels can be persuaded not to put things on against each other late night I might become a morning person.

Oh, and I came 2nd in the short short story competition. (And no, there weren't only 3 entries).