Cool. I could do with one of these.
- I'm still having swelling in my lower left leg without compression stockings, so I decided to sign up for the gym again and do some exercise. Three miles in ten minutes on the bike, a mile in five minutes on the rower, fifty squats in sets of ten, three sets of twenty push ups and three sets of four chin ups. It was supposed to be easier, but I'm still feeling like death four days later. Maybe it's the Riveroabaxan...
I think I'll stay in bed. I have a late shift this afternoon and a bit of extra sleep will be nice.
- The gradual death of my relationship became more apparent over the last three days. She either watches her Thai/Chinese films on her tablet alone, bitches about work calling her,l or bitches about something that I have or haven't done. Every time I try to talk to her, I get a loud whine back. I offer to take her out for a day or a night? Whine. Five seconds into talking about what I am doing with my life? Whine. I tell her that I may go to the gym later? Whine. I order Uber eats? Whine. She keeps saying that she wants to go back to her home town in Thailand, as she no longer likes the UK, and honestly, as much as our past matters to me, I want her to go. Over the years, she has stripped away everything that I loved about her, and those last three days really cemented the idea that I'd rather be alone than keep living with her.
- Job is good, money is good, I'm in the process of buying my own home, but I just want to drop it all and live as a nomad overseas. I want everyday to be special, an adventure. I really dislike living in the UK. I've lived a life where I can count the special moments that I've had on one hand, and I'd trade them all for a restart, in a flash.