I sweat it out a treat last night after work. Started off by doing some weights whilst I finished watching "Book of Blood", which was very silly. Then I sat on the exercise bike and peddled furiously for a period of 1 hour 20 mins. During this time I watched a film which sounds really good, but didn't really deliver the goods. It was called "The Killing Room", about this room that a secret American government organization uses to conduct experiments to see how far they can push the human mind. It wasn't really that good because not a lot happens in it and the experiments are not that interesting. Oh well, there are always other films.
In order to sweat it out good and proper I had all the doors and windows shut and I refused (point blank) to use the fan. It was a terrific struggle to make it through and I was drenched after my session, so I had a nice deep bath to induce a sleepy mood before I went to bed. For, you see, it was 9.05pm by the time I'd done my stretch on the bike. This morning when I got up I was slightly groggy, but now I'm as chipper as can be. It really has done me the world of good I tell you.
For lunch today I had a can of tinned spaghetti bolognaise, it was horrible. The beef in it was like cardboard. I ate it anyway, but I will not be buying this product again. No sir. To put a bit of a positive spin on the experience I have fed myself for 70p, which is bloody good I say.
This afternoon I rang up O2 because, to be quite honest, I am fed up of my phone bill. I told them I could get unlimited texts from Virgin for a ten and the nice chap on the other end of the line offered me the following:
A 24 month contract
£15 for unlimited texts & 100 mins per month
£150 credit to get me started (that's the first 10 months free).
Well, I chomped his hand off. This is going to cost me a mere £8.75 a month over the two years and I can text like sliced bread has just been invented.
