Daily Log

It has been an odd week. With all of the force and will I can muster I resist my flights of fancy; telling myself 'take it as it comes'. Then my quelled dreams seem to find their way into his mind and are spoken back to me. It is as if I have found a real mate. But under the circumstances, that is something my mind cannot allow, and so it holds off dreaming. I am stuck on everything this man is; as if God has presented me with my soul mate and at the same time put him inside a golden cage; away from my reach. My challenge of a lifetime.

My will succeed.

I woke again to my physical demands. I quickly finished breakfast and headed out for my first physio-guided gym session. I now know how to use my actual abdominals, and have been introduced to the twentieth century equivalent of the rack.
Stretched and smarting, I returned home to the task of rewriting. One would think the fourth draft would not require a rewrite, but one would be wrong. After a four hour intensive, jumping back and fourth from business to writing to business to writing - no wonder I still confuse left and right - I managed to complete a climactic arc without even meaning too. Perhaps this is my mental equivalent of supersets.
With a stop-off somewhere in there for a mal-nutritious lunch, I packed up for Friday night football. Three 'no's' for the final ticket under my belt - where is a boyfriend when you need him - I put together a survival kit to handle the weather.
I left again at five to drive to Brisbane. The game was a bit of a bust, except for a small titan tantrum where a ball was thrown at a bronco head; the bounce back was great. It was great to spend some time with gym-mate-accountant's friends. I got to witness an attempted-yet-ill-fated 'set-up' between gym-mate-accountant's-girlfreind's sister and gym-mate-accountant's-accountant friend. There were fireworks on the field, not so many in the stands.
A long line, with hoodies on, a bus, a walk through the city (including a search to quench an apple juice craving I had), and a big drive home, and I was in bed. Snuggled in with pillows; imagining they were a hot, hard, intelligent heart-piece. I drifted off to sleep.