So I'm counting down that hour to running (cos hey, running in the 5am darkness has less visibility than running in my dreams) by reading the archives of a stranger's blog. I've started on weights again and realised how pitifully weak my arms have become. I'm trying to avoid my personal trainer till I've recovered somewhat and won't look so pathetic next time I see him. I still haven't broken open that copy of Playboy from its shrinkwrap and why haven't I bought Playgirl too? And if mum chanced upon it before I palm it off to my bro, would she understand that I just wanna read the article on Spike Lee?